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    I was just a little girl
    Skinny legs, a press and curl
    My mother always thought I'd be a star
    But way before my record deal,
    The streets that nurtured Lauryn Hill
    Made sure that I'd never go too far

    Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been
    Make me recall my days in the New Jerusalem

    Story starts at Hootaville grew up next to Ivy Hill
    When kids were stealing quartervilles for fun
    "Kill the guy" in Carter park
    Rode a Mongoose 'til it's dark
    Watching kids show off the stolen ones
    Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been
    Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem

    You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
    Looking back,
    Looking back, looking back, looking back
    You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
    Looking back
    Lookin back, Lookin back, Lookin back

    A bag of Bontons, twenty cents and a nickel
    Springfield Ave. had the best popsicles
    Saturday morning cartoons and Kung-Fu (wa ta!)

    Main street roots tonic with the dreds
    A beef patty and some coco bread
    Move the patch from my Lees to the tongue of my shoe
    'Member Frelng-Huysen used to have the bomb leather
    Back when Doug Fresh and Slick Rick were together
    Looking at the crew, we thought we'd all live forever

    You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
    Looking back
    Lookin back, Lookin back, Lookin back
    You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
    Looking back
    Lookin back, Lookin back, Lookin back

    Drill teams on Munn street
    Remember when Hawthorne and Chancellor had beef
    Moving Records was on Central Ave.
    I was there at dancing school
    South Orange Ave. at Borlin pool
    Unaware of what we didn't have

    Writing my friends' names on my jeans with a marker
    July 4th races outside of Parker
    Fireworks at Martin stadium

    The Untouchable P.S.P., where all them crazy nigga be
    And car thieves got away through Irvington

    Hillside brings beef with the cops
    Self-Destruction record drops
    And everybody's name was Muslim
    (Children grow and women produce and)

    Sensations and '88 attracted kids from out-of-state
    And everybody used to do the wop

    Jack, Jack,Jack ya body
    Nah, the Biz Mark used to amp up the party
    I wish those days, they didn't stop

    Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been
    Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem

    You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
    Looking back
    Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back
    You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
    Looking back
    Lookin back, Lookin back, Lookin back

    Lookin back,Lookin back,Lookin back
    (To end)

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