Back in my Willingboro Days
Before I had a name/Me Jimmy Kamil we had the same last name
They would play these gigs and let me sit backstage
Thats around the time my whole perception had changed
Cause I was supposed to be a journalist
But I ain't really like writing articles about the crap the media's concerned with
Plus my cousin would rap & he was tight
In a celtics throwback girbaud jeans white Nikes
Plus that nigga could fight so you could see what he writes
So when I grabbed the Mike
Im killin everyone in sight
And I ain't never held a gun in my life
But yea I seen em
This back around the time when I first met Nakia & think I was datin Zina
Popular girls didn't know I exist
But they will when I get a chance to spit
Mike told me I should rap at our graduation party
And that's when it all got started

Good Lord the long days raised us
Never thought about the short term changes
Papa never saw the meaning in the phases
You'll know when you need to move
Thank God for the Circles & The Spaces
Draw a few blanks to play a few aces
Mama always tried to teach a little patience
It's a lighter shade of blue

It was early 05/when I signed to get it right
And I'm kicking out those daily raps
February March and Aprils back
Tryna blow bigger than Aprils ass
If you went to Willingboro you know the reference
Writing more raps and I hope I don't forget em
Zina said she needed space I really didn't get it
She'd wanna stick around if she knew where I was headed
But she ain't know the talent I was blessed with neither did I
In due time Imma get up off this futon
So I'm on as many mixtapes as possible
Deejay Supa gave me a shot
I met Jibreel when I was doing a drop
We had the whole south Jerez on lock
Unity hustlers sold the CDs and we split all the profits
From there we started doing shows at Roanoke college
Nobody came but it gave me more polish and now I'm lookin back like

Good Lord the long days raised us
Never thought about the short term changes
Papa never saw the meaning in the phases
You'll know when you need to move
Thank God for the Circles & The Spaces
Draw a few blanks to play a few aces
Mama always tried to teach a little patience
It's a lighter shade of blue

And I'm running around in circles losing my mind losing my mind losing my mind
Certain friends disintegrate over time
It cuts deep when you not even sure why
So I gotta decide
Let it ride like the cop in set it off
When he saw Jada Pinkett sitting on the bus pulling off
Guess I gotta go solo I'm not sure I can pull it off
I ain't quitting, I'll fight till the official pull me off