Paris Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Coffee Donuts And Death

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.