Just Can't Stop This Hip to the Hop

when i read my old rhymes and see the words that i wrote
i get feelings like when you find your old favourite coat
warm nostalgia and some laughter and a smile on my face
as those written bits of history give a taste of past days
they’re the ones that give me pride and keep me writing with haste

but there’s the ones that make me wince and want to rip and tear up
i want to hide them in my shame, in flames let them go up
but there’s a reason why i keep em even though they’re so crude
they show that i have grown since then and to erase would be rude
now i wanna ask my people, don’t you feel this way too?