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Paris - The Days of Old lyrics
Verse 1 Reminiscin' back when I was only a child Back in the days of livin' carefree lifestyles As long as we wasn't caught bein' bad was cool and we were never at a loss for something to get into Children in the neighbourhood down at the park Sunny days when we played at the old schoolyard where kickin' it live was a familiar scene Kenny M. and Big Gene know what I mean But nowadays it seems life just ain't the same Everybody's involved in the game or a gang and when we die, it seem like nobody cares It ain't no love in they cold-hearted stares Thinkin' of payback, of makin' a hit Now Cowboys and Indians become real-life shit and life means nothin' when the heart is cold It ain't the same as the days of old. Yeah...it ain't the same as the days of old. Verse 2 It's a unity thing, much love for my people here But what good is love if the people don't really care? The triggers are cold at the O.K. Corral but it ain't O.K. when my people live foul Another sad case of the black-on-black It's a fact, some of our people don't know how to act Can't go to the club, can't to the store Can't chill with your girl, can't go to the show Can't do anything without some fool actin' up You start to believe that black folk are savage but before you do, allow me to say that in the old days we didn't act that way, see Kings and Queens were the names of the righteous but the sons of slaves are insane and we might just self-destruct and erupt without a chance to grow This ain't the days of old. Damn...this ain't the days of old. I don't know...c'mon. [Sound bite of George Bush] There is no match for a united America...a determined America...an angry America...our outrage against the ploy unites us, brings us together behind this one plan of action - an assault on every front. Better wake up... Verse 3 So I say, what will it take before we change up? Some more of us dead, or more of us locked up? Or maybe even more of us will blame the white man before we understand now the problem's not him What I'm tellin' ya is actual fact I'm ain't pro-human cuz all humans ain't pro-black Remember in your mind that there still exists a plan to bring down a black fist See the struggle is uphill, life's at a standstill Jack popped Jill now he don't act real And every livin' moment got her singin' the blues Her sole provider can't afford the baby's shoes That's the cycle so many of us go through America's black holocaust continues and I just hope we wake up soon before we fold I miss the days of old. Damn...I miss the days of old. Listen...it ain't the same as the days of old |
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