The Days of Old Lyrics
| Song | The Days of Old |
| Artist | Paris |
| Album | Sleeping with the Enemy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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. | |
| 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. |
| zuo ci : 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 coldhearted stares | |
| Thinkin' of payback, of makin' a hit | |
| Now Cowboys and Indians become reallife 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 blackonblack | |
| 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 | |
| selfdestruct 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 prohuman cuz all humans ain' t problack | |
| 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. |
| zuò cí : 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 coldhearted stares | |
| Thinkin' of payback, of makin' a hit | |
| Now Cowboys and Indians become reallife 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 blackonblack | |
| 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 | |
| selfdestruct 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 prohuman cuz all humans ain' t problack | |
| 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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