Текст песни Mic Geronimo - Things Ain`t What They Used To Be
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[Royal Flush Intro]Word... Things ain`t what they used to be out here, manAin`t no more easy living, no more manYou best to recognize, man, it`s a struggle out here, manWe forced to do, what we got to do, to surviveIt wasn`t nothing like this back in the days, manWord, shit got to changeVerse 1 [Mic Geronimo]Increasing murders, Three-strike life servers, burners, informersGuiliani`s crews on usThe heat`s just like the guns that we bust shot upPoisoning the little ones, now they grow corruptIt`s different stages, environment got most vision taintedMurals on the corner, Rest in Peace now a paintingHaters seeing the dehumanization of a beingBut worst of all most of y`all don`t know what I`m meaningAnd strange days, time seems to move so fastOnly concerns is the cash, and a whip to matchSee this life is like a bid but it won`t do me And it`s funny nothings really like it used to be, one, two[Chorus, with Marvin Gaye singing]Well things ain`t what they used to be4xVerse 2 [Mic Geronimo]The epidemics, narcotics, paramedicsEverybody eager at a party just to wet itAnd felonies, armed robberies, and spreesHigher rates on a key, ghetto love diseaseMore discreetly you choose, who to fucking trustNowadays bulletproof, and a Phills a mustMost of us serving, or peeling the yardage on the chargesIncarcerated cut-off from the world, disregardedCrack babies retardly born, dis-formedAnd fathers known for shooting China-White inside they armDesert Sickness, planet Earth at it`s illestStrategically the illest, plan a man in specificsLife is like a bid, but it won`t do meMentally these are the things that I should not seeAnd I`m standing here, counting all the casualtiesCause things ain`t nothing really like they used to be, one, two[Chorus] 4xVerse 3 [Mic Geronimo]Like a night skysaw the darker levels, leading teams of rebelsAnd steaming these streets, just like kettlesDime minds can rarely walk the concreate, erodedPlaying, I made a folding, off the cards I was holdingYoung, Stand between you, from the phantom, ghetto backs drops a cannonLife at understanding, a maturity stageStill a thug, and some will stay the same, for most of his daysFlushing to South Jamaica raids, saw the time change handsCaravans go to MP`s after that Lex LandsAnd it`s bugged just the product ofI came to be, and it`s funny nothings really like it used to be, one, two[Chorus]