4bidden Theory - Nostalgic

Here lies my anger and pride
All bangers aside
I try
Mix and master the attempts
It's all good until the shapes get bent and the rent gets spent
Side gigs and side chicks
I feel stressed so light flicks
It's the kid named hustle
Roll an L and follow trouble
I've seen the traps and backpacks
Open mics with Abstract
Took my dreams and packed that
Phoenix isn't home for a brave like me
There's not a another native that raged like E
Shot
Rapped
Or behaved like me
I'm true to that
Raised on rock n' roll I'm new to rap
Got you to clap
Ask again who laced the track
I'm a goon with many hats
Shootin' portraits and cuttin' footage
Who said I couldn't
Find me hooded
Creating magic to trip to
Roast a blunt and sit through
Fuck around and rip 2
This is for those who made it out
Cancelled out any clout
There's always gold behind the doubt

From the pit of this existence
Riches in the wrong hand
The end is my own friend
Transcend from the tragedy
Usually speak but rather breathe
Where the lonely go to dream
Seeking peace and finally doubting it
The mountain sits beneath us
Cycle through the perseverance
Start to question where the tears went
Appear in my own rearview
Can't go wrong with intellect
Hit a slope
Been living since
Hit a roach for present tense
The greedy never made it far
Graduated from the stars
Purpose is the dignity
The city streets just swallowed me
Nothing here is perfect
Enough to bear encouragement
Cope with opposites
Dismantle my philosophy
The art of no return
Crash and burn like every leader
Started from the surface
The mind could use some space
Ran a race and haven't stopped yet
Modest through the chaos
A place to put the name on
Seconds on the clock
Pick the lock and make them stay long

Born again
I'm still stoned
I've failed a few
I feel grown
I took my lesson
Found peace
Exhale and smoke surround me
Give me the power to see the stars
Stare at charcoal and see afar
I'm the leader of me
I'm the thoughts that go as deep as the sea
Be careful what you ponder on
But if it helps here's a ponder song
Heartbeat of a metronome
I keep my mind in separate homes
I'm best when left alone
I'm making beats and getting stoned

Drowning is my preference
Method of a slightly broken
Hands are open for surprises
Divided from the upper sky
Life's a bitch you wonder why
Tie me to the scenery
Revolve around the air I breathe
Nothing much for us to see
Walk the streets and criticize
Show them what this life is like
Staying high and minding it
Defining when the lighter flicks
Awake at midnight
Invited by creation
Time is always wasted

Written by:
Derek Yazzie, Erick Yazzie

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