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"
credits
from VISIONS OF A KING,
released December 30, 2018
All lyrics written by AR. WEST
AR. WEST. was born in Lima, Peru, but raised in the Sacramento, California area. He is an aspiring artist truly dedicated to
making authentic Hip-Hop music. AR. WEST draws inspiration from personal life experiences as well as what he see's everyday in his community. This is only the beginning for AR. WEST so stay tuned, and thanks for listening...more