Fly Weirdo cassette tapes, it's rich

I remember back in the day when we was younger
Goin' straight back to the days when we were smarter
Playing Stalker on my feet was so longer
All is happy and smilin' I think we were stronger
At the brink of the hunger we saw opportunity to beautifully compose our expressions so musically
And through personal insurrection my experience has deflected any form of doubt no question
What's my life as an adolescence, I adore lessons and the four Marys plastered all over my phone records
My bro tells me Joe's up there with a Paul Berris
My lil' bro asks why I'm cryin', I don't tell him
The rain falls over my nose I don't smell it
The pain in the back of my skull is not tempered
All you gotta do is numb it in lost memories and go straight back to your job and show effort
I grew up in A.V, n***a
It's the motherfuckin' place that made me, n***a
To my dudes in the back I'ma say I miss ya
R.I.P to the homies with the graveyard pictures