Back in the days,
Playing marbles with friends,
Playing hide and seek,
Kissing girls on the cheek$.

On rainy days those were the best days
Playing rugby,
Was a priveledge because our poor grass was slippery.
And we could dive without hurting a bone or two. sports days were like heaven.
Gazing @the netballs girls,
Running and jumping back and fro on the flied
With short squirts
Muscular tighs,
Pink panties,
Camera were the eyes,
Memory was the mind.

Windy days were almost as sports days.
We would stare out the window,
As the ladies pass by,
Their skirts blown with the wind.

Came high school,
Another different ball game,
Which determines your teenage way.
The peer pressure,
The need to belong and. Be accepted,
The need to love and be loved.

High school how i hate that motherfucker,
But the moment it opened my eyes,
Changed the views in my mind.
Now,i was occupied with women,booze,friends and drugz.
Principals office was my bestfriend.
To be cool in high school,
One must be bad.
Being arrested was seen as cool,
Reading books one was considered as a fool.

Back in the days,
Blazing weed and raping,
In the studio bitches dacing,
The crowds cheering and clapping.
The old good times,
Just getting high,
Living wild
And enjoying life.

@ the end of the day,
In the back of my mind.
Ive always knew i would not be young 4eva
The will come a time i have to grow up
And be accountable

Right now am living that phase,
And those of my past i must say goodbye,
But the memories are foreva buried in my mind,
The good old times.