Norman Sanchez - Looking Back Lyrics

Man I remember jamin' Outkast
I didn't buy the CD, but it came with a shoe bag
West Oaks had Footaction, and G Nikes just came out
I remember they were red and black
I was acting like I had to have em
Real life, straight facts
I was probably 'grade five' back then
Ceddy probably getting high back then
Eric probably locked up back then
I was probably like ten back then
I was tracing my brother's drawings
I was telling people that was me
We was watching the Cell Sega on VHS in Japanese
Way before I learned the keys
Way before I made a beat
Way before I learned to rap, I was doing pirouettes
I was not an athlete, but I was on the trampoline
I was doing backflips way before jump street
And I was doing parkour way before the artform
Right before YouTube, way before Tom Ford
And I remember FunPlex, that's where we had fun at
Way before Facebook
Way before Snapchat

Right before myspace, I remember Ma's place
I remember good food; I remember hot plates
I remember good times, I ain't talking dynamite
I ain't cherish none of those
None of those precious times
Real life I just teared up
I know it's hard to hear a man cry
But I ain't have that much family yal
Most the time it was me and mom
My cousin, Justus didn't live long
He died way before he graduated
And had sickle cell his whole life
I don't even know how he made it
He was born in prison
He was left alone
He was thrown away
He didn't know his dad
He didn't know his mom, but she came over
And he never complained about the life he had
He was always happy, never sad
Always laughing; never mad
And when he died, I cried a little
It's hard to fathom not coming back
And when he died, where'd he go
Is it heaven, is it hell
I know he said that he believed in God
But was he saved
I couldn't tell ya
Cause back then I was backsliding
Back then I was lacking knowledge
Used to think that I knew God
But I didn't even read half the Bible
I didn't even read the chapter
I didn't even read the first page
If you asked me then what faith was
I couldn't tell you the first thing
I couldn't tell you how to get saved
Cause I didn't know for myself
I had to see for myself
So now I read for myself

I went to church like kids went to school
And every Sunday I would act a straight fool
And they even put me in the choir
Even in theater
But we just called it drama
We were The Bridge Players
I was the crowd favorite
I was the mild favored
I was the mild-mannered
I was on good behavior
I was on bad terms
I had a bad perm
But then I had got braids, but they put in weave first
All of my ends burnt, should' got beads first
All of that hang time, why didn't I think first
Why didn't I think twice
Momma said it was nice
But little did she know, I was copying Bryce
He was working at coke; he was selling the Sprite
I was in JDC tryna' avoid a fight
Tryna' avoid a crypt
Tryna' avoid a knife
Tryna' avoid a charge and tryna' enjoy a life