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Verse 1 :
Go back to the days that I miss truely.
When we were kids, and a kiss meant cooties.
I miss the bliss of late night movies.
But Society is moving, sobriety dying slowly.
No relegion has been left holy, surely.
We can fix this, but everyone keeps the disses.
Now business meant drugs that are illicit.
The Earth is dying quick, it's sick - can you really feel this shit?
The bloods and crips, bullshit evolved.
Now an old girls scared, to leave her own home.
All alone without a cell phone - tell me if she's safe.
In the generation of today, all that she can do is pray.
That a stranger don't enter her home and lead her astray.
And leave her for her death, just accept, that the good old days have left.
This makes me regret the mistakes I made, and upset - to a certain extent.
Hook (x1) :
These were the old days.
Where we could live and be known safe.
These were the old days.
Where you know we could behold faith.
But the old days have gone, and they've gone passed.
The days roll fast, and all we do is pray.
That the old days release a dream to reality.
And keep ourselves from this insanity.
And prevent such likely tragedies.
Verse 2 :
Back in the day, we could leave our kids out to play.
But the reality of that has blown away.
Oh the tragedy of a kid that played happily.
In the park on his own, was kidnapped - existence now unknown.
Resistence? there was none.
The stranger just took him and run.
Mother left to pick up the pieces - read it in the thesis.
Each is, a figure of kids taken from there home.
A bigger figure each time the kids left alone.
Lured by nice cologne, it's not the nicest though.
Because the person behind it, will kill you, and show no remorse.
Of course, I miss the old days.
Though theres no way, we can ever go back.
Because it's really too late for that.
Nearly out of whack, this Earth is full of Psychopaths.
As the light switches off in your childs room.
Make sure you lock all the doors behind you.
Or do I have to remind you?
Hook (x2) :
These were the old days.
Where we could live and be known safe.
These were the old days.
Where you know we could behold faith.
But the old days have gone, and they've gone passed.
The days roll fast, and all we do is pray.
That the old days release a dream to reality.
And keep ourselves from this insanity.
And prevent such likely tragedies.