HOOK:
Yea Thinkin bak in the day, bak to when I was saved/
The generation I claim, I was born in "the “summer of 89"/
The last of dying breed, representin' the streets can't ya c I was born in the “summer of 89"/
From la ciudad de los Reyes, blessed to say it so I thank the lord that I made it in the “summer of 89"/
Just watch as a hustler grind, and shine in due time, I survived in the motherfuckin "the summer of 89", /

V.1:
That's when I was I born, under the grey sky's of Lima/
Bout 9 months earlier conceived in the winter fever/
My daddy fucked my momma, but only just to leave her/
Pregnant with two boys, and with no money to feed em/
In a desolate wasteland, livin poverty stricken/
Feelin helpless she was dealt this, and so she made the decision/
To put us up for adoption, to give us a better life/
Kissin her sons goodbye, a helluva sacrifice/
(But)It's why I'm still alive, and took that 12 hour flight/
Back to Northern California, where she knew we'd b alright/
Arrived at SFO, a month after Loma Prieta/
Home on the west coast, yea I know there ain't no better/
Lookin back on it now, I'm so blessed that I made it out/
(Blessed)Woulda never went to college, woulda never had a house/
But my parents survived it all, and my momma carried us both/
Almost dying tryna save us, just to give us some hope/

HOOK:
Yea Thinkin bak in the day, bak to when I was saved/
The generation I claim, I was born in "the summer of 89"/
The last of dying breed, representin' the streets can't ya c I was born in "the summer of 89"/
From la ciudad de los Reyes, blessed to say it so I thank the lord that I made it in "the summer of 89"/
Just watch as a hustler grind, and shine in due time, I survived in "the summer of 89"

V.2
Yea that's the reason I'm me, the last of dyin breed/
That's when my legend began, from Peru to the 9 sixteen/
That's why I think like I think, and why I love what I love/
Inspired by all my struggles, young livin life as a thug/
From what I saw in the streets, to what I seen on tv/
From growing up through the 90s, and copping many cds/
My older brothers would show me, told me about good music/
2Pac and real Hip hop...so I never would confuse it/
That's all I ever listened to, especially when my life changed/
Internalizing lyrics tryna cope with all my life's pains/
Smokin weed and writing poems, lost and on my own/
Feelin sad about the past, crying in my broken home/
Cuz see bak in nine-seven, when I was seven, my father died/
Left me and my momma traumatized, broken heart inside/
But hey still I b striving, just a hustler in krazy times/
A product of my era, from the summer of 89'/

HOOK:
Yea Thinkin bak in the day, bak to when I was saved/
The generation I claim, I was born in "the summer of 89"/
The last of dying breed, representin' the streets can't ya c I was born in "the summer of 89"/
From la ciudad de los Reyes, blessed to say it so I thank the lord that I made it in "the summer of 89"/
Just watch as a hustler grind, and shine in due time, I survived in "the summer of 89"

(2pac sample):
"Tell me if it me or my upbringing I spit that thug shit nigga motherfuck singing"