Once before history wrecked me up
Then when i was but a boy
Driving my fathers pickup
When economy made me simple
My cheeks losing its dimple
Sketching out samples
Of how i will buy apple

When i had dreams of making a living
Behind all those reason
It was like colourful wheel spinning

Now we at the middle of the road
Our goal is more like a load
Hating the setbacks
Upon realising why most never make a comeback

Looking far aback at those days
Wishing for luxuries like a private bay
I could go on with all i have to say
But sunken humans permit only a nay

Eventhough daily routine was a combat
Cruising past drawbacks
Sometimes going further to create some hacks
Foolishly releasing problem sacks.

The story behind our history
Father believed was like a proverb in christainity
He told me old times where like rap lines
And was more of signs
Of good times.