Back Then

[J-o-e]

Hey wasup ya'll, recently I havent wrote a whole song, I've wrote verses here and there but this one is to a song that I titled "Back Then" and hope that ya'll enjoy it!

Back Then Written By J-o-e

Back then music was pure; it gave us all the things we adore

But not we wanting so much more rip hard flows freezing the core

My music doesn’t explain me only; it turns the people that lonely

Can come out and call the hater phony, **** off because u don’t know me

When I’m mad people act like they don’t see me, they want 2 be me

But I was just like a you a slave so free me, I paid the cost so dearly

I don’t understand why there are imitations of the greats, all fakes

One shot is all that it takes, grab the song and squeeze it till it brakes

We need to understand and respect, drive away from negativity n reject

But instead take it what we inject; it’s our lives as a whole in a project

I was nine years old when Pac n Big got shot; my sister had CD’s to pop

Back then I thought that it was a drop, and I heard 2pac hit a cop

My life turned upside down when I heard they been dead for four years

I shed four more tears for the years that have been taken from our peers

Said keep your head up and more money more problems, a true spokesman

Big took his toke’s man while in Brooklyn, 2pac let footprints in the sand

We take there lives for granted, but when they taught us so much more

Back then music was pure; it gave us all the years we ever adore….

But now I love music so much more, even if I go on tour I’ll make u adore

I’ll try and say that life is much more than a chore, or a blonde haired whore

U need to keep yourself righteous, keep your mind in the right places

Stay in contact with the right faces; keep up with the paces 2 win races

I can’t make sure my music can be pure, it’s up to ya’ll to decide that

Write it down if u don’t want to say it, don’t put it away, don’t hide that

It’s the truth, and the truth is bitterer than the white lies we tell

But when did this society fell? All the innocent people in jail awaiting bail

It’s a sad story but then they make our that everyone in jail is a killer

There’s much more things to feeler, just because he’s in jail don’t make him realer

He’s not tougher, he’s probably more scared that u ever been in Ur life

Imagine if he got 2.4 children at home with a beautiful wife, awaiting strife

Music’s the only thing he relates to, listens to fight music jus to hate to

How would you feel if the system judged u? No girl in the world would date u

I’ve been told I’m crazy, a bit wild but with my unique style I’ll make it while

Spread true messages and make u smile, write it down keep it in a locked file

My wounds are sore, the music I make is what I adore, Do u want more?

But wait until my face sitting in the store, dream’s to go platinum times four

[Turntable]

I was nine years old when Pac n Big got shot; my sister had CD’s to pop

Back then I thought that it was a drop, and I heard 2pac hit a cop

My life turned upside down when I heard they been dead for four years

I shed four more tears for the years that have been taken from our peers

I know the feeling'. Great song man. Keep it up.

[J-o-e]

thanks man