Things
Just ain't like they used to be
Things
Sure ain't like they used to be...

(Deacon)
Put her out in the cold, didn't want her close to he
'Cause his granddaughter's diffrent than she suppose to be
Diluted their genes, it stopped the music, it seemed
That they'd only seen polluted stream, and that wasn't clean
Said he could almost no longer stand to breathe
From this pure horror, more worse than Amityville
So what's next? Don't answer me, yield; yup
This is a normal occurance, not something randomly real
Ain't even allowed visits over a child's pigment
His in-crowd ign'ant, a situation: "Wow!" isn't it?
Hard times, baby daddy grinds to support
His mother and a few other friends privately in her fort
For short stays, ya know? But more aid was needed
Baby is like a year and a half old now and speaking
More than I can say about that man with his child
They can't even come face to face and share smiles
Raining pure pain on her life by staying distant
Like she spawned a fucking anti-Christ or a Satan infant
Blatant mentions about family blood won't leave
Loves her deeply, but evil sends its opposite feed
Too set in his ways to ever relate
If he could just set that aside, there'd be heaven to pay
Then, weathered and aged time swept him to grave
Love conquers all? Shit, I'd say that area's grey

Old fashioned people, they never know why
Old fashioned people, they never know why
Old fashioned

(Deacon)
Most don't even know why they believe what they believe, man
Never taking a second to look at life
Bad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawg
In the dark, walls blocking all that light
Most don't even know why they believe what they believe, man
Never taking a second to look at life
Bad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawg
In the dark

(Immortal Technique)
Looking at life in retrospect it's hard to regret
Stuck in your ways 'cause hatred is hard to forget
Niggas talk all religious trying to barter with death
Parts of the flesh wrinkle up while you start to reflect
And even though nobody's life is ever perfect
You start to wonder if all the pain was really worth it
Pondering the purpose of living, the curse that was given
Dreaming about freedom and escaping the prison
People who pimp children are really raping religion
The Matrix is fiction placed in a vision
But now the technology follows me solemnly
Building the future laws to my philosophy
Alzheimer's cutting through like a lobotomy
Not even the golden arthritis of King Midas
Could buy comfort and peace for the righteous
I survived disease and political crisis
By backstabbing gnomes that are now lifeless
And now I live vicariously through my kids
Like people who love the sport, but can't play for shit
Fighting glaucoma, front the cops taking a hit
I slip into a coma, roaming over the planet
Leaving the gold and the granite, the old and the famished
But just before I vanish as I think I'm right at the end
The sun becomes the light of my birth and I live again
Yeah, nigga, remember way back when?

Old fashioned people, they never know why
Old fashioned people, they never know why
Old fashioned people, they never know why
World is changing day to day
Moves so fast, it leaves them in another time


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