Nas - 2nd Childhood

[Intro:]
Yeah! Ha ha!
When I flow for the street.
Who else could it be?
Nas.

[Verse 1:]
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, Drambuie ice,
Geronimo, police jumpin' out Chryslers, E-Z Wider paper,
Pops puffin' his cess, punchin' his chest like a gorilla,
Outside was psychoes, killers,
Saw Divine, Goon and Jungle, 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 something,
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!

[Hook – ×2:]
‘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!

[Verse 2:]
Yo, dude is 31, livin' in his mom's crib,
Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid,
Cornrows in his hair, still slingin', got a crew,
They break his mom's 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,
Saved by his mom's, 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.

[Hook – ×2:]
‘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!

[Verse 3:]
Baby girl, she's always talkin', name droppin', hangin' late,
Drinkin', smokin', hates her baby daddy, craves shopping,
E poppin', ecstasy takin', won't finish her education,
Best friend she keeps changin', stuck with limitations.
Lustin' men, many hotels, Fendi, Chanel,
With nothing 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.

[Hook – ×2:]
‘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!