Remember the days we used to sit down afraid
To watch the sunset
because we thought the light was so distant
Remember the days we used to sit down afraid
Wanting to run away
Knowing we were too scared to go astray
Remember the days we used to sit down afraid
Crying as we prayed
Knowing we would remember those days
Remember the days
Hey! remember the days
I remember the days of a youth mind lost fighting a case
For a life’s past filled with criminal ways
Just a little boy who was scared to get aids
Going through mental phases of insanity
Broken first into the streets of gang activity
Gradually saw that he was a bastard see
He shielded his eyes by envisioning a misty fantasy
Sadly the mist went away the heat got colder
Liquor and weed became my love and I always wanted to hold her
Was even more defiant as I grew to be bolder
Know that later I would be writing this down in a folder
I remember the days we used to watch time tick away
No cops but real robbers with guns how we played
Trade info to find a better way to get paid
Usual raids made by the police once a week
Anything you say can and will be used against you so don’t speak
Playing with the matches we couldn’t get enough of the heat
Crime was our only meal and we always wanted to eat
I was a dog on a chain with no leash
Crying like a whale that was just beached
I defied all the things that the world would teach
I was hopeless and like the heavens I couldn’t be reached
Passion was uncommon and love unheard of
The only thing usual was my intake of drugs
The slugs bursting through the air
The echoes of peoples screams
I never fantasized of bringing reality to a dream
The crying call of blood brought me to murder
The lust of jewels turned me into a burglar
So I killed my way right into sinning play
Sold my soul and stole my own life away
I remember the days of being a mouse running a maze
Walking with a crooked smile and manipulating face
Just a hungry cat that was looking for a chase
I got what I wanted because I fought to get it
Didn’t know what I needed because God always hid it
Walking a dying child with no fulfillment
I took too many sips from the glass and couldn’t refill it
It all evaporated into liquor bottles and rolling paper
I may have found the ark but I lost the raider
I’m not the runaway the runaway is the creator
The moment is meaningless because it always becomes later
Got a life straighten out but the mind is still bent
Praying the lord answers my cries but the lord seems to forget
Even in a world of joy and peace people will still repent
There is a cost to life but more than the cost is spent
Invading the land of the creator and what he created
Leaving this space for a comment I’d rather leave unstated
Where the individual means nothing and always getting traded
Stabbing back through my memory I can’t believe I made it
Time diffuses into scattered about spaced out events
All recorded history has no use it’s insufficient
Went from a beggar to a thriving independent
Reaching for the stars but the light seems so distant
Remember the days we used to sit down afraid
To watch the sunset
because we thought the light was so distant
Remember the days we used to sit down afraid
Wanting to run away
Knowing we were too scared to go astray
Remember the days we used to sit down afraid
Crying as we prayed
Knowing we would remember those days
Remember the days
Hey! remember the days
BY OSCAR TORRES LEON
