What do I remember reminiscing from the past
Told a bunch of different tales cause my heads up my ass
50 50 pretty penny, living near me, oh so friendly
And I think she had a keyboard cause her attitude was shifty
Back in elementary, chicks would feel me, I just had that power
They would dig me so much, that they cried holding flowers
To young to be the shit but to old to be a fart
Just a child from the block, but the hit left a mark
But the boy was with the class, and the teacher said I passed
Was the day of the field trip, and boy it was a blast
Till we the hit the cross street, the cross guard was off beat
Than in one blink, I could feel my final heartbeat
Followed by the brakes, the smell of burnt rubber
But at least my mother will remember when I left I said I love her
And with the driver drunk, reminiscing the look in his eyes
The look of surprise, and the nostalgia of when I died