My Story

Was At the bus stop playing snake on my Nokia phone Use to catch the after school fights all on my way home Miss playing catch a girl Kiss a girl Suck n blow Freeze tag And red light green light till them street lights came on Punishment felt like prison bid No Tv No outside it was the worst They use to call me window kid Summertimes was the best if you knew all the waves An roller skates hit different when them streets was paved Moms playing Jill Scott when she took me to school Skipped two grades Good girl Following all the rules I'm talking Swedish fish An them nacho cheese sun flower seeds flavoring all on my finger tips Summer camp and them candy cigarettes I had to sneak Yo I really was a mess School talent shows Yo I really was the best And My grade school principle name was really Mr West Man this music suppose to take you places Get it Man this music suppose to take you places I'm at the Town festivals doing relay races In a white t shirt Wit a red snow cone You know it's leaving traces My sneakers dirty an I didn't care Didn't understand how hard moms worked just to cop the pair Big sis got me into all the lituations And I turned 16 two weeks before my high school graduation I'm bumping songs Adding in my own words To the parts I never heard Brain to young to process Now that I'm older I heard every word (every word) The firefighters come to open up the hydrants Know imma Jersey girl Cause my daddy love the Giants Man this music suppose to take you places Get it Just like I knew Look you done grew Up Got some swag and hustle hella hard Had me in some crazy situations But you came so far You had a couple cribs Several whips And money sis Speeding thru them blinking lights In Newark at night Praying for no tickets (shit) Thank god he kept you from them prison bids You kept ya head up in them books I guess that's how you took to windows sis Summertime you getting fly so you could body the waves Riding slow in them foreigns when them streets ain't paved Moms praying that you safe While you busting them moves Solid woman big heart real cool attitude Entrepreneur Chick And you love a peach Snapple Shake it up and smack the bottom for you twist that bitch Hated that you started smoking cigarettes I'm glad you quit cuz you really looked a mess An everything you do you give dat shit ya best Wouldn't expect any less Ancestors leading ya footsteps Ya sneakers dirty and you switched the pair Material things don't matter in heaven They barely matter here I'm bringing all my sisters to the lituations An now i think before I speak in certain situations Yeah Music suppose to take you places Suppose to take you there