Ruined Nostalgia - Farrah

We were running through these streets thinking that we were untouchable

Curriculum a joke never giving us enough to do

Position in this country make it damn near impossible

Now my nostalgia’s ruined

Baptized in a place filled with accusations

Inner-city so you know we had an active Satan

Shit, just getting to it would attract the hating

In retrospect, drug dealing was an act of Satan

But we been waiting and the rush is such a sensation

We was poking woman we valued less than kick laces, shame on us

All because we was worried that they would run game on us

Fragile and insecure shit sound lame don’t it

Our nostalgia is inter-weaved with mamas and sad songs

Stressing about the son avenging the son that just passed on

Ya homie get blast on, ya mama on blast off

Ya daddy out missing scheming who to get cash off

So where do we seek guidance?

We ran to the streets

No respect for education so the future is bleak

Slim chance to retreat, shit then who to we meet

Neighborhood drug dealer fronting bags for the beat, Damn

We were running through these streets thinking that we were untouchable

Curriculum a joke never giving us enough to do

Position in this country make it damn near impossible

Now my nostalgia’s ruined

We were running through these streets thinking that we were untouchable

Curriculum a joke never giving us enough to do

Position in this country make it damn near impossible

Now my nostalgia’s ruined

Look at the elements then seek and find the evidence

It’s becoming harder to find relevance in our own residence

Don’t get it twisted we heaven-sent its evident

You dish it we inhaling it.

Regurgitating a new age of intelligence no

embellishment

Your days here are numbered so humble your quotas

We seeing it sober, we standing her bolder, the slumber is over

It’s been sick as the swine the city is mine in the sense of the mind

Just came back to reclaim our cents and our time

What a time to be alive and not just to survive

Becoming the sublime out of a herd of the fucking blind

But our excellence can’t excuse the environment

That we get woke about and start the riot in

But tell me what’s the statement if we’re burning down minority establishments

In communities we already couldn’t manage in

Seems we lack the leadership, Seems we need some management

But the shit starts with self and the little things I’m handling

(Speech)

We claim to be concern about our youth but there seems to be a lack of concern

for the circumstances in which they live

Some of these young people are trying their hardest to prevail in the forgotten

pockets of our county’s inner-cities

And until we give them the proper attention, The proper respect,

and the proper tools, Our future will be destined to fail