Stick my hand in my pocket, feel nothing but some change,
The cool wind calms me, I have nothing 2 exchange,
Feel my head nodding, to my busy block’s beat,
Feel the rhythm flowing through my body, all the way down 2 my feet,
I’ve got the chills down my spine; it’s something like dejavu,
From when I was younger, it’s amazing how fast time flew,
Just chillin on the front porch, waiting 4 3’oclock when the little hand struck,
There’d be a parade of familiar faces chasing down the ice cream truck,
Didn’t have a care in the world, it was me and my music,
Definitely a necessity, didn’t know I would be drawn to the acoustic,
Though, I was all about the classical, but Mozart quickly turned to Hip Hop,
Remember sitting at home waiting for another album to drop, so I can go and cop it,
Earphones on, imagining that the pain is gone, listening to Nas say that the world is yours,
Yes, the world is mine, hands up trying to capture what a camera can’t capture, the love and time,
And Peace! Yes! Peace of mind, didn’t really understand but I knew they said it took a life time 2 find,
But I wanted it right then! For myself, for the world, Now is now, then is then, same me, same world,
SAME US!!
The melody may change but the drum stays the same, unless you SWITCH IT UP, you end up switching up the game,
The game is why I became what I am today, yet I still have nothing to exchange, but I do,
And I have, it will start with my ability to love and a pocket full of change,
