Ichiban
Back in the days like nineteen eighty three
In the month of May baby Ichi came to be
Pops named him one light, born to shine bright
He said to live life, travel and explore the sights
So the snot nosed seedling raised the measure
Learned about love, hate, pain and pleasure
Experiencing the world for the first time
Now looking back from a view that’s birds eye
Crazy how years ago can feel like just yesterday
And every second is another further step away
From the days of being that care free child
Family members would say that he was very wild
Untamed taking it all in, eyes and ears open wide
In a rush to grow up watching years blowing by
Remember summer time back yard barbeques
Remember begin that little young buckaroo

Chorus
Back-back-back-back-back in the days
Going back-back-back-back-back in the days
Going back-back-back-back-back in the days
Going back….(x2)

Cuts “Back in the days”

InkLine
I was the youngest of five was so by a long shot
Caught by surprise made it harder on my mom and pops
A wake up call from the sound of life’s alarm clock
Living off of hand-me downs, thrift stores and pawn shops
But things were still so simple, grateful for all I went through
Way back before I knew that nothing was coincidental
Just me and my Nintendo and GI Joe commandos
Hot wheels and baseball cards for example
Back in the good ol’ days prime time golden age
Only concerned with the color of your Kool-Aid
Before back pains and tooth aches
Before you ever had to by gas or had a bill to pay
Not concerned with what the rules say
Wet behind the ears, hard headed, trying to learn a new way
Care free from Wednesday to Tuesday (I miss ‘em)
Even when it rains your sky was still blue days

Chorus

Bridge
This is nothing new to me thinking how it used to be
(young buck) x4
Cuts
“Young Buck”



Mane Rok
What I wouldn’t give for things to be as simple as they were
As a young buck problems never really seemed that major
Scraps down the block right across from the church
Gave the neighbor kid a black eye while ma’s was at work
Doing what she needed to so that we would never see
The borders of being broke, the poorest we’d ever be
Shopping at the goonies, scrounging in the callejons
Hand me downs and hand outs, couldn’t wait to try them on
Playing up on hobo hill before I knew that popo killed
Low and behold, who knew I’d have no dough still
But anyways back then see it didn’t effect me
Plenty days laughing kept me from being empty
But since we’ve grown I notice the struggles that bubble up
Ain’t the lack of blow pops or sodas that trouble us
Gotta keep on trucking like we’d known back when
That’s what we do now as some grown ass men

Chorus

Outro-Cuts
“Years later, I’m still here…”