2nd Childhood Sözleri

[Nas] Yeah, hahaha

"Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be"

"Nas.."

[Nas]

Yo

Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers

Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap

As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube

Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube

Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice

Geronimo po-lice jumpin out Chryslers, easywider paper

Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla

Outside was psychoes, killers

Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey

R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey

Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters

My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean

I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin

Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin

Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily

Y'all actin like some old folks y'all don't hear me

Yo I'm in my second childhood

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

"Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be"

"N-A-S" - "Nas.."

"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge"

"Make everything right.." - "Get yours, nigga"

[Nas]

Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms crib

Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid

Cornrows in his hair, still slingin, got a crew

They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview

Got babies by different ladies high smokin L's

in the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well

When his stash slow, he be crazy

Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday

Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared

They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds

So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years

Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs

All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night

with young dudes it's them he wanna be like

It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up

31 and can't give his youth up, he's in his second childhood

[Chorus]

[Nas]

Baby girl she's always talkin name droppin hangin late

Drinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin

E poppin Ecstasy takin, won't finish her education

Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with limitations

Lustin men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel

With nothin in her bank account frontin she do well

Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve

He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse

No job never stay workin, mad purty

Shorty they call her the brain surgeon

Time flyin she the same person, never matures

All her friends married doin well

She's in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12

Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights

Selfish in her own right, for life, guess she's in her second childhood

[Chorus]

"Who else could it be.." - "N-A-S" - "Nas.."