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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 s**t
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
