Artist: Reks Album: Rhythmatic Eternal King Supreme Song: The Wonder Years Typed by: middleside@softhome.net [Verse 1] Yeah, check I used to contemplate an escape from reality Face the mirror, state "I hate you waste of space" The taste of Henny chased by more Henny Me and my inebriated state needed fate, fate would have it I'd go on to make "Say Goodnight," take a flight NY City see me in the booth where they created "Nas is Like" How does life take us from them drunkest nights to the heights Minus plights and minus the cares, can't forget them wonder years Years where I wondered where next meal provided Decided to try my hand again, now we find Reks with Hi-Tek A gem hidden in the dirt, eternally reflecting, and first From the worst thirst to throat quenched, make no sense To convince me I can't make it there, make it here, make it anywhere From wonder years, yes I profess I from projects to high-rise rised All of them doubts defied, now back to cloud nine [Chorus] 'Cause all the days that I spent, getting wasted Listening to my instrumentals I ain't have no pay for the rent, not one red cent Wondering what I'm in the game for 'Cause it gets cold, be low-low low-low-low-low-low-low-low Oh, the things I've done for my meal Thank God I made it through the wonder years [Verse 2} Had my first taste of Heaven at the age of eleven Took a drink with the reverend, I ain't lying Uncle was on the drugs, fast forward, Corey swerving in the fast lane Buzzing, bugging and blacked out when the crash came Couple bumps and bruises but fuck a scratch, mane Whip's in the ditch, and my wife, she gon' trip, fam This around the time I was flipping penny, nickel, dime shit Not by design, kid, I was tripping All the signs said dead, jail, or fallen friend I was homeless and O took me in, fed a nigga Betcha niggas seen me in the bean looking bummy, same jeans A week straight, ain't offer a plate, ya nah mean? And it's funny how they love me now, knew I'd always make it out Pats on backs, daps or pounds, simmer down, fucking clowns On top, they love you, the bottom, nobody cares Grey Hairs now, looking back on wonder years, yeah [Chorus] [Verse 3] Reks savage, blessed at this, forget rappers I'm next as if I got my ticket to get package FedEx the walking papers, matchmaker meant marriage Stalling my life, a wife and carriage Daddy Day Care, oh yeah, I changed diapers Still pencil lines that change your life up like the D.C. sniper Last of the freedom writers, my vice of life the cigs and alcohol Add up all my headaches, I said I'm in the finish having a ball I'm sure you missed a Tylenol, to reference the wilder y'all Left stage, bartender hollering final call Gotta get my drink on, it help me get my think on On beats I can get Talib Kweli deep on Back to the wonder years, younger kids, Transformer underwears Under influence of a movement brewing in the Bronx Doing what we want, latchkey child, my past was wild Lend me your ears for them wonder years, yeah [Chorus]