[bad word] 
Lord, take me back to when I was just seven
And things were so much better than
the way they are when you’re a grown man
And you just want it all to slow down
But that time is gone it will [bad word] back
It’s too bad

Verse One:
Yo, I’m just sitting here thinking how to write this
Without animosity instead to use politeness 
And bite my tongue even though the things that’s on my mind 
Just tear me into two pieces put me on the fire 
Blaze me up I’m burning meanwhile the world keeps turning 
They say it’s full of good people but I only smell vermin 
Still I stay determined I know that everyday I’m learning 
Yearning for something I take my turn and get nothing it’s so absurd 
They keep frontin’ and what I heard is life’s a B.I.T.C.H.
If was more like Jesus would I have the peace he makes?
Cos living in this world is far from being a piece of cake 
With people crawling on they stomach aint so hard to see the snake
And the only thing that I feel I got to escape 
Is picking up a pen and writing rhymes over these beats I make
Yo I’m hearing life is what you make it 
I tried that it aint working what shall I do just fake it? 
Cos every time I get something somebody wanna take it
I didn’t think I owed them, or was I really mistaken? 
They wanna strip me down until I have nothing leave me naked
(So) yo so I’m begging for a reverend 
Preacher, Angel in Heaven, send me back to being seven
 [bad word] 
Lord, take me back to when I was just seven
And things were so much better than
the way they are when you’re a grown man
And you just want it all to slow down
But that time is gone it will [bad word] back
It’s too bad

Verse Two:
Yo, it seems like fairy tales are only in the movies 
Cos they don’t wanna hear my version like they Judge Judy 
Its case dismissed, that means the dreams you had was just a myth
Not everybody gets to live the life of Will Smith
But I’m trying not to watch somebody else’s path
Cos on the other side there isn’t always greener grass
And crime is calling me, my parents always warning me 
To get a nine to five and work for someone else? That’s boring b!
So they get richer and when they take the executive [bad word] photo, I’m always out the picture
And have to act like I got total obedience 
But my time on Earths a temporary experience
(So) there’s just gotta be a lot more to offer me
I aint’ a bad guy I try to do things properly
But it’s like there’s a force that’s always stopping me
Like the go straight to jail in Monopoly 
So if it’s chance [bad word] chest 
I’m hoping for an opportunity that’s more than the best
Cos now it seems I gotta settle for less
(So) yo so I’m praying for a Reverend 
Preacher, Angel in Heaven, send me back to being seven
 [bad word]  X2
Lord, take me back to when I was just seven
And things were so much better than
the way they are when you’re a grown man
And you just want it all to slow down
But that time is gone it will [bad word] back
It’s too bad ...