My Tune

I remember when

I was young,

I remember how

I had fun,

but I remember mum

she-used to say to me

luke get shit done.

 

I remember when I used to

message girls

on the chance the kiss you,

I remember when I heard my first tune

hiphop enforced this virtue

'course it forced some verses too

made way for the haze that's purple

 

I remember thoughts universal

splendour came with no rehearsal

older me on either bar stool

that be me and that be you too

the old self thats in reversal

and my older self who's controversial

 

 

 

never thought a second past

that this was just the way

when all of time just starts to fade

and future is at play

when dosile and worthwile

starts to all look like the same

I remember what the hell i used to say

I'm making me you

it's true

I owe my old self this tune

it's you, who's making me you.

 

 

I remember all

the perfumes

dismembered from those old curfews

I remember all the those choices

each sunrise became post coitus.

 

 

the older me (thats me) in the parst

telling me the older me (thats me) is a must

could it be we are we and

not this I to adjust,