The Days Of Old

Paris

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.




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