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Walkman on my hip, rewindin' that tape,
Busta Rhymes bumpin' while I plan my escape.
Back of the classroom, taggin' my name,
Throwin' up sketches like life was a game.

Starter jacket, torn jeans and J's,
Streetlights flashin’ in the late day haze.
Before the screens took over our youth,
We talked in the park and we spoke the truth.

No smartphones, just a pager beep,
Sneakin' out windows when the house fell asleep.
Mom yellin' loud, "Be home by nine!"
But we’d ride our bikes till we lost all time.

Back to the 90s — where the soul was alive,
No filters, just the struggle to thrive.
Old beats, cold streets, life in a blur,
Still hear that dial-up, still smell that dirt.

Back to the 90s — when the world felt real,
When pain hit deep but we learned to heal.
Before the fake smiles, before the disguise,
Back when we looked truth right in the eyes.

Middle school hallways, lockers and fights,
Tryna act tough under flickerin’ lights.
Crushin’ on girls who passed notes in class,
CDs burnin’, that bootleg stash.

Teachers preachin’, we daydreamed far,
I drew rap lines in my homework bar.
Tamagotchis dyin’ in my desk drawer,
While I planned my verse to settle the score.

Saturday mornings, cereal and ‘Toons,
Street Fighter battles in basement rooms.
Graffiti on trains, breakin' in yards,
We were rebels in flannels with scrapes and scars.

Back to the 90s — where the soul was alive,
No filters, just the struggle to thrive.
Old beats, cold streets, life in a blur,
Still hear that dial-up, still smell that dirt.

Back to the 90s — when the world felt real,
When pain hit deep but we learned to heal.
Before the fake smiles, before the disguise,
Back when we looked truth right in the eyes.

A dollar got you snacks for the crew.
We didn’t tweet — we just knew.
No cloud, no app — just a moment and a vibe,
One handshake meant loyalty for life.

I lost friends to time and to life’s quick turns,
Some faded away, some bodies in urns.
But I still see their laughs in that schoolyard frame,
Before we got lost in debt, pride, and shame.

We had dreams back then, some big, some dumb,
But we believed — now most feel numb.
Still, I hold that fire like my first mixtape,
Cuz the 90s taught me how to break that gate.

Now I teach my kid what they’ll never know,
What it’s like to grow up without that glow.
No Wi-Fi, just wires and hearts that bled,
Where silence meant peace, not unread threads.

Back to the 90s — where the heart beat raw,
Where the cold made you strong and the world had flaws.
Old wounds, old tunes, real talk, no lies,
Back when we had no need for disguise.

Back to the 90s — I still feel that flame,
Still hear the streets whisperin’ my name.
It ain’t just time — it’s the roots in my soul,
That made this man from that ten-year-old.

Yeah…
Back to the 90s…
We ain’t just lived it — we survived it.
Every beat, every cut, every fight…
It made us.

Back to The 90s

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No time to drift – I chase what’s mine)
(Waves get rough, but I ride the line)
(Past is gone – can’t press rewind)
(This moment’s real – it’s do or die)

I woke up with the weight of years,
Clock ticking loud inside my ears.
Dreams I had when I was ten,
Now buried deep beneath the "when?"

People change and paths divide,
Some get stuck, some learn to ride.
I used to think there’d be more time,
But life don’t wait – it skips the line.

They told me, “Slow down, find your pace,”
But the world’s on fire, I’m in a race.
The future don’t come with a sign or map,
So I make my move, can’t take it back.

I’ve seen days turn to years in a blink,
Friends fall off, some drown, some sink.
No lifeboats in the sea I’m on,
Just grit and guts to carry me strong.

The choices hit fast – no second guess,
One wrong step, you live with stress.
But standing still? That’s death in disguise,
So I move forward, storm in my eyes.

I ain’t got time for doubt or sleep,
Just late-night thoughts and dreams to keep.
The clock don’t stop, and the tide don’t wait,
So I sharpen my will and I carve my fate.

(No time to drift – I chase what’s mine)
(Waves get rough, but I ride the line)
(Past is gone – can’t press rewind)
(This moment’s real – it’s do or die)

Mom said, “Life don’t always give signs,”
Dad said, “Son, read between the lines.”
But both of them knew I had fire inside,
That I’d never let fear make me hide.

Now I look in the mirror, don’t know that face,
Years went by like a midnight chase.
But I got scars that remind me why
I keep running, even when the soul runs dry.

Youth don’t last – it flickers, it fades,
And grown-up life comes like a blade.
But I sharpen mine, no fear in hand,
‘Cause I build my future where I stand.

What if tomorrow don’t show up?
What if now is all I get?
I won't waste it second-guessing,
I won’t drown in my regret.

(No time to drift – I chase what’s mine)
(Waves get rough, but I ride the line)
(Past is gone – can’t press rewind)
(This moment’s real – it’s do or die)

Look – I don’t need signs, I follow my gut,
Knew from the start I was built for the cut.
World spins wild but I hold my stance,
If fate don’t dance – I make it dance.

Lessons hit hard like concrete walls,
Every slip’s a bruise, every win, a brawl.
But I never stayed down, even bloodied up,
I stitched my soul, then leveled up.

Now I see clearer with every mile,
Every lost friend, every fake smile.
Time won’t slow, and I won’t beg –
I run this life on fire and legs.

(No time to drift – I chase what’s mine)
(Waves get rough, but I ride the line)
(Past is gone – can’t press rewind)
(This moment’s real – it’s do or die)

No Time to Drift

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Razor edge, every move I make,
Right or wrong? Nah — it’s all high stake.
No safe path, just roads that break,
I walk that line, whatever it takes.

I breathe decisions, sharp like blades,
Caught in mazes the system made.
Ain’t no map when the rules are fake,
Just hunger games and mental quakes.

You pray for signs, I trust my scars,
They lead me through the broken parts.
Every yes could be a curse,
Every no could make it worse.

Ain’t no “right” in a rigged design,
Just moments lost between the lines.
So I walk where fear don't show,
Pushed by pain I’ll never owe.

Razor edge, every move I make,
Right or wrong? Nah — it’s all high stake.
No safe path, just roads that break,
I walk that line, whatever it takes.

No guarantees when the ground ain’t firm,
One wrong look, and it’s your turn.
Flip that coin – heads or pain,
Even angels fall in acid rain.

I’ve seen “choices” burn like fuel,
Where loyalty turns into a tool.
Gotta stay cold, can’t blink too long,
The nice guys vanish before the song.

Options come wrapped in rust,
Pick your poison or learn to trust.
I don’t freeze – I cut, I strike,
Each step costs, but that’s my life.

Razor edge, every move I make, (no turning back)
Right or wrong? Nah — it’s all high stake. (no safe play)
No safe path, just roads that break, (I bend, not break)
I walk that line, whatever it takes. (whatever it takes!)

Tried to do right, still got burned,
Favors flipped, and tables turned.
Tried to stay clean – dirt still stuck,
So I made a throne from ashes and muck.

Do I run or do I fight?
Do I dim or light that night?
No choice feels right – just real,
So I bite down hard and grip that steel.

My compass broke, my faith is bruised,
But I found strength in being used.
I don’t cry — I carve my path,
Razor steps and aftermath.

Razor edge, every move I make,
Right or wrong? Nah — it’s all high stake.
No safe path, just roads that break,
I walk that line, whatever it takes.

This ain’t chess — it’s Russian roulette,
Each breath is a loaded bet.
I don’t bluff, I call the cost,
Trade my wins for what they lost.

No sleep, I ride that edge,
Foot on fire, mind on ledge.
I don’t wait for fate to move,
I make storms, I bend that truth.

They call it madness – I call it will,
The skill to move while standing still.
No angels left, just wolves and steel,
So I became the blade they feel.

Razor edge, every move I make,
Right or wrong? Nah — it’s all high stake.
No safe path, just roads that break,
I walk that line, whatever it takes.

I ain’t tryin’ to be a saint,
Just survive the world’s constraint.
Every choice is loss or war,
But I ain't knockin’ on no more doors.

Built a path with cut-up truth,
Mixed regret with rebel youth.
You may judge, but you ain’t been here –
Where every move feels engineered.

So I’ll keep walkin’, blade in hand,
No good or bad – just where I stand.
And if I fall, I’ll fall with pride,
Razor-edged and real inside.

Razor edge, every move I make,
Right or wrong? Nah — it’s all high stake.
No safe path, just roads that break,
I walk that line, whatever it takes.

Razor edge, every move I make...
...whatever it takes... whatever it takes...

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