1995 (Generation Of Miracles) Lyrics

Back in nineteen ninety five…

I used to start it off like:

Yo The R is up in the building

All arms is to the ceiling

Next album imma hit Kickstarter for a million

I coached eighth grade basketball, and wish I could say that was the last time that

I was in an argument with children

But alas I'm tryna rise above it

Rolling with the punches that's how a true fighter does it

I touch a mic in public

Fans fall down like Michael Douglass

Rent just going up I gotta make a tighter budget

two choices like or love it

In ninety-five I was rhyming on a four track

Laid away for five months before I could afford that

Wrote more raps, in sharp contrast of the format

No place to perform at, I'd be labeled a doormat

Now I'm on a warpath, Before I was invisible

Like Kuroko, reppin' the generation of miracles

First cut, so disappointed that I ain't make the team

Grew up in the crack era, my block was a crazy scene

Barely making green, scraping for our daily needs

Pure innocent never been touched like AC Green

Fast forward I'm on campus, midterms about to start,

Trailways ticket to the Million Man March

But my professor was a hater, he said go, be my guest

But it'll be a shame if you miss this test

So I stayed. One my sole regrets, my fear was gross neglect

Of the college education I nearly sold my soul to get

Now he got the coldest set, live shows is surgical

Hit the stage with an aggression he took it personal

Crash man stage, My scrolling was strictly vertical

I know it's irking you, we So universally versatile

Since I was catching the fifty-five bus to willow grove

I ain't ever need the glory just happy to fill a role

Come back to the block and nostalgia fills the soul

And just for a second, I wish that I was still at home

When we used to gather at moms house on Monday nights

Watching raw without a care in the world just loving life

No dirt sheets, so everything surprised me

Now I'm in the garden, and Okada recognized me

Diesel held it all year, haters say he didn't draw,

It's kinda funny how the viewpoints different

When it isn't y'all

Step outside see cats plotting on robberies,

Moms playing the lottery

Thinking man there's gotta be

A better way then then this, sent me for hire learning

But seeing the inner workings only kept my fire burning

Like Miami heat, glen rice to Rony Seikaly

My fathers psyche, made insanity highly likely

Playing pool at Temple not a minute from his clinic

But my stubbornness would never let me take the time to visit

Now he's gone, and I've had the hardest time letting go

Though I found it hard to cry for someone I ain't never know

Handled funeral arrangements, and procedures like a pro

Slowly getting better day by day only through setting goals

So I took the slower lane and learned from all the growing pains

Hard work is Right up my alley like bowling lanes

Now I watch them go insane, like the Magic in the finals,

Shaq chasing dream In the form of a first title

My transition was vital, cause it was time to mature

Most improved player who finally set to score,

Tracy McGrady, hitting shots stretching the floor

A hybrid unlike anything you ever before

Had witnessed, with your own eyes

Guess it was time to ride...

It's just another night in nineteen ninety five...