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 From in the shadow she calls,
And in the shadow she finds a way,
And in the shadow she crawls,
Clutching her faded photograph.
My image under her thumb
Yes with a message for my heart.
She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
And in the doorway they stay
And laugh as violins fill with water
Screams from bluebells can't make them go away
Well I'm not seventeen but I've cuts on my knees
Falling down as the winter takes one more cherry tree.
Rushing rivers thread so thin
Limitations dream with the flying pigs
turbid blue and the drugstores
too safe in their coats anda in their do's
yeah smother in our hearts a pillow to my dots
She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
And in the mist there she rides
and castles are burning in my heart
and as I twist I hold tight
and I ride to work every morning
wondering why
"sit in a chair and be good now"
and become all that they told told you
the white coats enter her room
and I'm callin' my baby
callin' my baby callin'
She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own