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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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