It was us at jolly times ,

It was us at cloud nine ,

Back then when we minded not to got out bare feeted 

And satisfy the needs of hearts ,

skin cracked ,with no shirts ,

Even though we knew the consequences of tunes we were going sing right at the arrival home ,

We didn't care .

 

Back then we shared the good'O big times with friends and half my cousins ,

We shared meals on the same plates 

And listened to chirebu fairtales ,

Back younger before 16 ,

 

The soil was an ocean we would camouflage ourselves with ,

Not minding the peoples' talks ,

Back then 

When rich kids poked us with laughters calling us with names ,

Because they wished they were us and the irony still drove two steps back ,

We knew nothing of jealous no matter how we were warned ,

We were just the reseliance type 

Back then .