At time i feel old like im goin out of style
so i turn down the music on my FM dial
i beg of you to come and listen for a while,
look at this wonderful world through the eyes of a child
this is my chance to escape today
and i dont wanna see my dreams chased away
inside the palace gates is where i stay
cuz the world is no longer a safe place to play
its like the story of the little wooded boy
who wanted to live the life that every child should enjoy
i herd it once or twice before
the world is yours for you to explore
i herd my calling as a child and i answered it
when i grow up and finally get my chance to fit
i'll be the sort of man you cant forget
i used to stair up at the sky on my campin trip
on this quiet night of quiet stars
quiet cords on my gee-tar
kids out there i know it might be hard
but i realize how alive you are
one day i'll travel from the east to the west
and tap into the hidden strengths that all men possess
i'll always be young see a young mind is fresh
and its clear my memories will one day disappear
and less

do you remember
yes i remember
do you remember


some say the price of life has a costly amount
when it comes to fights i mighta lost me a bout
but i never lost my head cause that would cost me a scout
so when my heart became cold like the Austria nouts
i usually use my agression just to hurt mics
in 86 my whole crew was into dirtbikes
like a g-t preditor or a mongoose
listen as i ride the rythem and let the rhymes loose
this is what makes my life so real
i'll take my chances and spin the wheel
cant wait till i grow where i know the deal
where right now im a child this is how i feel
my younger days seemed sorta tragic despite
i learned to unify the pen and pad with the mic
i might leave a little bit of magic tonight
cause to me imagination is the fabric o life
my rhymes helped me many times growin up
before keepin it real or the days of blowin up
i put on shows in my room nobody showin up
im just a little guy now but when im old enough
one day i'll travel from the east to the west
and tap into the hidden strengths that all men possess
i'll always be young see a young mind is fresh
and its clear my memories will one day disappear
and less

do you remember
yes i remember
do you remember
do you remember
that day in September
yes i remember
do you remember

that was my train of thought,
that was my train of thought,
that was my train of thought....