brocklee

I used to dream about crazy little things like fame,
In the days hanging round outside the off licence,
We used to run around the steets reckless with no shame,
Mainly up to no good a whole world would ask us,
When the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye,
And if they didnt show face we would act immature,
Had a thing for south and hackney girls since i was a kid,
A couple of west girls on my radar i was raw,
And i was dead sure that i knew it all,
The whole world got my attitude i nearly blew it all,
I find it a real big struggle gettin through it all,
I swear i didn't want to listen cause i sure didn't care,
Not knowing for reality that i'd have to prepare,
Cause money don't grow on no stick, well its rare,
Me and boy was still looking less and less the lick,
Plus i was growing up, life was looking like a scare


I like the talky talky happy talk,
Talk about things you like to do,
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true


To all the young girls catching on the stairs in the flats,
With the superstar sockalings Beckham in the making,
U can go far if you put your mind to it,
Your a star, dont wait to be told, just do it,
Try to keep school in your plans dont be worrying about your mans,
They'll be there in the end if they're real, if they aint,
Dont be making no effort to impress cause you'll find out where you are just do what you feel,
Young babymother i got your back aswell,
Young babyfathers hold it down for your girl,
I aint trying to preach but for what its worth,
Back is the next generation planet earth,
Big shout to the world cause i've been all around,
And when Im gone im always thinking about my home town,
Im from the Philippines theres no forgetting that,
And the big US i stay reppin that