Sick i got something yall will love For nostalgias sake, ill let this one drop. Like a gum drop, into my hand on a christmas eve, before i needed a wishlist to believe, better years were ahead of me, before i dreaded thee, turn of each calendar's pages, yeah before i succumbed into each of my challengers rages. Our mom's called our names not cellphones, so called kings never held thrones. Back when urban legend was law, and only chicken little was waiting for heaven to fall. There was never a difference between nike or reebok, and the fastest hands were on thee clock. Before the g-shock, we'd rock, starter backpacks and knapsacks, peeling snackpacks, right before recess, we'd rest, naptime was thee best. Now i can't see rest, without barks like dmx, on my metro p.c.s., people blowing up the landline, like a landmine, look at the damn time!