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