Nas - 2nd Childhood Lyrics
[nas] yeah, hahahaCause when I flow the for the street.. - .. who else could it beNas..[nas]YoExplode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beersWas years back, before nasir would explore a career in rapAs a music dude, I mastered this rubiks cubeGodzilla, fought gargantua, eyes glued to the tubeWas a, long time ago, john boy iceGeronimo po-lice jumpin out chryslers, easywider paperPops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorillaOutside was psychoes, killersSaw divine, goon and chungo, lil turkeyR.i.p. tyrone, member no cursin front of ms. verceyBig percy, crazy paul, the sledge sistersMy building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was cleanI knew, all that Id seen had meant somethinLearned early, to fear none little nas was huntinLivin carefree laughin, got jokes on the dailyYall actin like some old folks yall dont hear meYo Im in my second childhood[chorus: repeat 2x]Cause when I flow the for the street.. - .. who else could it beN-a-s - nas..Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.. - queensbridgeMake everything right.. - get yours, nigga[nas]Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms cribEx-convict, was paroled there after his long bidCornrows in his hair, still slingin, got a crewThey break his moms furniture, watchin comicviewGot babies by different ladies high smokin lsIn the same spot he stood since, eighty-five wellWhen his stash slow, he be crazySay he by his moms, hit her on her paydayJunior high school dropout, teachers never caredThey was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeedsSo he moves with his peers, different blocks, different yearsSittin on, different benches like its musical chairsAll his peoples moved on in life, hes on the corners at nightWith young dudes its them he wanna be likeIts sad but its fun to him right? he never grew up31 and cant give his youth, hes in his second childhood[chorus][nas]Baby girl shes always talkin name droppin hangin lateDrinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppinE poppin ecstasy takin, wont finish her educationBest friend she keeps changin, stuck with limitationsLustin men, many hotels, fendi chanelWith nothin in her bank account frontin she do wellHer kid suffers he dont get that love he deserveHe the sun, she the earth, single mom, even worseNo job never stay workin, mad purtyShorty they call her the brain surgeonTime flyin she the same person, never maturesAll her friends married doin wellShes in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12Honey is twenty-seven, argues fightsSelfish in her own right, polite, guess shes in her second childhood[chorus]Who else could it be.. - n-a-s - nas..
