Good Ol' Days lyrics

Tell me you remember the first week in september We were drink down at the park Didn't know what we're doing Or what we tought that we were proving We were lit up way before it got dark We were always raising hell Tried to keep ourselves from jail breaking hearts and something breaking bones We were fighting with each other Just one brother against brother We were breaking out of broken homes God bless our poor sweet mothers Talking about the good ol days Talking about who escaped Talking about our foolish ways Were they such good ol days Talking about the good ol days Talking about who's the same Talking about them good ol days We were running on the roof Ya know I gotta tell the truth We were climbing up there just to get high Junior took the car from pops And we were hiding from the cops On a dundalk baltimore summer night Maybe I was lucky drinking booze from east kentucky Hanging out with all of my brothers Now I gotta tell you We were some foolish motherfuckers