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In the beginning there was a word
Which was I, so I couldn't be alone
So I flied, reminiscing about those days with boom box's
and listening to slow jams, 
Dancing to tunes oh the beauty in that thou, 
thee shall not if thee shall won't,
The days, I was flying like Peter pan  
Shouting "who wants to be old when you can be young and have fun"
But time hits us all!
so we keep spinning the wheel of fortune
 to being catapulted out of our own imagination,
So we throw a quarter just to start over,
Knowing if we go back will lose our chances of being equal 
The early days, once upon a time
When we were animals, 
When we were black 
Now we Africans, just reminiscing!
We will ever be humans, im just asking ?

Days go by, but im just playing records
To cassettes so im rewinding,
Back to the 80s, 
my previous incarnation
Before the whole revolution,
so im skipping tapes, 
playing with stones instead of toys no money, 
it was kept behind the curtains now its out in the open, 
sadly thee open the vault thee shall close,
This is more like Thanksgiving so lets enjoy the feast, 
a whole family of guests I guess that's what happens
when you leave the door open and the windows closed,
All you have is an opportunity but no vision,
So they pull the strings, 
man I'm just reminiscing about those days
we used to watch puppets, 
those monsters on the screen,
The Sesame street
Ranging from care givers to cookie eaters,
Coated with red and some blue
they taking over the neighborhood,
To the frog, that's always being chased so the hood
 could never have a prince, so we can never be saved,
 man I'm just reminiscing,

The early mornings
Waking up to the rising sun 
Now it just rains and rains
So I stay indoors, heater lit up 
Guess who's feeling all warm and cozy 
My fuzzy cat Elfie, that feline! 
Reminds me of Tom in the cartoon series Tom and Jerry, 
Oh boy! those were the youthful days
 running around in circles dodging the system and its obstacles,
To being in church with Mary
Begging to Jesus can't you share your mom, 
since that day i remember it as Merry Christmas
something like Mother’s day
déjàvu now its Sunday and I'm listening to slow jams,
going through all that again.
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