The Days of Old

作词 : Paris

The Days Of Old -Paris

Reminiscin'back when I was only a child

Back in the days of living carefree lifestyles

As long as we wasn't caught being bad was cool

And we were never at a loss for something to get into

Children in the neighborhood down at the park

Sunny days when we played at the old schoolyard

Where kicking 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

Thinking of payback of making a hit

Now cowboys and Indians become real life shit

And life means nothing 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

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 OK corral

But it ain't OK 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 go to the store

Can't chill with your girl can't go to the show

Can't do anything without some fool acting 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

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

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 telling 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 living moment got her singing 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