Jurd Beats - When We Were Young lyrics

They told me knowledge was power so I became half hadoken Kamehameha and power was in the shootings Murderer lost his life, they wear his shirts and salute him Is real power hidden in recognition Knowledge is weak a mix of cognition and repetition Innovation is when you keep taking action against it Till you get noticed for your infinite inhibitions My homie is getting hitched and and another one getting busy Not really my business but they trippin but then again who isn't Chick might have lost her mind, and mine I'm still tryna find When we were young we connect now all we care for are dollar signs Every thing was so innocent, joy was around for a minute and then it went Replenish with emptying thoughts can't complete the sentences But the judge can, lawyers working against you make sure she does ten Voyeur beating a gavel rather get paddled then sit in a cage as a young man When we were young they never grasped what happens with dumb plans Only worry was dad or if someone tattled we weren't friends for like a week Mama rather punish then beat Remember when on TV, you watched and were so naïve Under thought into the things I caught when I was too deep Into cartoons and then they talk and were locked right into me I'm the 9-5 darkside kid of the park night Ignorant war fighting brig with a warcry System controlled but I still couldn't talk right Against bigger bro get k**ed by garrote wire Still would repeal at a mill if its not mine Not earned k** for a meal hope that its hot I'm Lil E kid with militant taught mind Who spilled out the sk**s to reveal all his thoughts rhymed I've crossed lines and made it back Reminiscent as a kid I overplayed the tracks Tape deck filled with the real ish that made me rap Now mixtapes k**ed with this lil twist to take you back I spit on tracks like the games my mom and Ant played Living lax light page under the lampshade Cinemax plays while my life unfolds Tragedy plus triumph equals life hope one grows Mulatto chicks with all the tricks have turned to filthy mongrels Go and get my Java stick to the script enter on load Marcato hits played with emphasis on art strokes Syndicate of children on a mission with a sharp growth Been legit my published compositions get the sparknotes Book shows or let me rap this track you down to dark holes Partial to rappers who immaculate but borrow Sorrow came with the falls smacking on these hard flows Ragged and rugged realest to rivet The really rattled to rummage the slum in which they were living Savages coming and disappearing Another middle pa**age is pa**ing grabbing all of our spirits Mad I can't see the future I can hate it. Or fear it, I steer it When coming near it only feeling reverent Young prophet, growing up I held my tongue in the back line Succumbed to the fact I'm a son to the flat line Dumb and naïve broke crumbs for a snack I'm So hungry for a spotlight this music has been spat shined If you had done what I've done in a couple years And you could become what I'm gonna a buncha tears Soon you could be one of the wannabes or a real man Remaining hungry work my dungarees scum and smeared And I clean up when I'm ready to, working till I'm ahead of who Ever was working hardest my target is just to better you To better me forever keep repeating this steady run Like on the playgrounds where i play round competing when we were young