Osiris - I remember the days!
Those were the days,
Racked up cans stacked up behind a rock in the forest
Late Friday night, call 'em out and hook with my homies
Chrome, black and the classic white highlights
Out bombing throw ups, yeah we always made time fly
Sometimes we took Robins moped, our private little drive by's
Made our hood unsafe every fucking single fight night
And every month when the cash rolled in we spat new pieces
Learned that old ladies are more dangerous than police business
Sometimes our cans got stolen, new rock and new hide-out place
Journeys went to Skarpnäck, Norra Sköndal and freight town mayn
Mostly bombing, spreading my name, spreading our fame
Didn't mind nobody knew us or that we were worth less than a cent
Got used to haul ass from five-0 and civilians
People throwing rocks, fucking with us like they were militant
And even 'fore that we boogied flows in our old schoolyard
Down the street pass the pizza place, way past the poolhall
Running ink, fulfilled with a classy crown at the top
Fuck school and grades, that's the time that we lost
Didn't miss it, rocked pencil tags on the school lockers
The janitor got mad, we got busted and forced into buffing
Had to swear that we'd stop it, the weekends were a long
wait till we could fuck up again the next Monday! Haha
Yeah, I remember the days, my mindstate clear from complexities
No worries 'bout anything, it brought out the best of me
I still look back at those days, remembering in vain
Oh, I wish times could stay the same...