This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
I want to go back
I want to go back
Uh 'cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay
In the Clem with some friends George and Jay
It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
What a shock it was to be on the set
Comin' from a nice home now livin' in the projects
No regrets cause I learned a lot
And I earned a lot in the parking lot
Doin' dirt for the O.G's slangin' rock
They used to call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that ain't no fable
Watchin' Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
My whole life style switched Hoss
Puttin' in hours at the 76 car wash
But I could never wait for them weekends to come
Dumb ditty dumb ditty ditty dumb dumb
Boom, boom, the bass went
On turntables fuckin' it up in Duke's basement
Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin'
Open up your ears I'm tryin' to tell you somethin'
And give some love back to those that loved me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracy
Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo
Rock round see, you could find me some
But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasn't in the club
Tom Whit and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when I didn't have no paper
And I'm grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Making demos on my old four track
Sometimes I can't help but think, I want to Go Back
I want to Go Back...back in the time
I want to Go Back
I want to Go Back...go way back way back y'all
I want to Go Back...back in the time
I got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
And they treated me like brothers
R-I-P to their cool ass mother
An my brother din dada
For the homies ain't here I still gotta lot of love
I want to go back, way back
And change things and bring y'all back
I'm pourin beer out for y'all
I'm singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings a lot of tragedy
I look around at times and its so sad to see
A wasted life, or a broken home
But all I can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a stranger
And sometimes I express my love through my anger
And I lost a lot of friends for this
Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest KDC, and Chris
And the rest of the Beast crew
I ain't sayin that I'm wrong, but I still got love for you
'Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party
To the right, to the left
Many black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef
And sometimes I feel blessed for sure
To a been a part of one of raps last great tours
Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo yo
Kid Rock and it don't stop
I want to Go Back...back in the time
I want to Go Back
I want to Go Back...go way back way back y'all
I want to Go Back...back in the time
I remember litte Robert, cause I stayed with him
I used ta go and see Campbell, when I need a trim
And when times got grim and seen that I lost my way
I used to get blown of with Reve
Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands
Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Blackman running crazy scams
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just makin' that money, and pullin them honies
Spandex shorts and the halter tops
Slanging them rocks and runnin from the cops
The only white kid walkin' round on the block
Cruisin' in Amp's low ridin' ragtop
Go see Howard for what ya need
Underage buyin forties and bags of weed
Late night liquor from Bubba Coles
People used to say, Rock you got soul
Vince looked out and so did Lou
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
Chuck D and Murph were the original three
And now Richard D and Kracker are down with me
I got a studio record and a taste of fame
But when I roll through the Clem it's all the same
Even though things change, you know I ain't forgot
'Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock
But it's hard to go back to the things I knew
'Cause tha me life a have now lives for two
Yeah, and that's where I'm at
I want to Go Back...back in the time
And that's where I'm at
I want to Go Back...go way back way back y'all
I want to Go Back...back in the time
Bring it down
Way
Hey
Let it ride, let it ride
Hey... Hey
Way back, way back y'all
I want to go back
Uh 'cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay
In the Clem with some friends George and Jay
It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
What a shock it was to be on the set
Comin' from a nice home now livin' in the projects
No regrets cause I learned a lot
And I earned a lot in the parking lot
Doin' dirt for the O.G's slangin' rock
They used to call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that ain't no fable
Watchin' Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
My whole life style switched Hoss
Puttin' in hours at the 76 car wash
But I could never wait for them weekends to come
Dumb ditty dumb ditty ditty dumb dumb
Boom, boom, the bass went
On turntables fuckin' it up in Duke's basement
Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin'
Open up your ears I'm tryin' to tell you somethin'
And give some love back to those that loved me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracy
Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo
Rock round see, you could find me some
But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasn't in the club
Tom Whit and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when I didn't have no paper
And I'm grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Making demos on my old four track
Sometimes I can't help but think, I want to Go Back
I want to Go Back...back in the time
I want to Go Back
I want to Go Back...go way back way back y'all
I want to Go Back...back in the time
I got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
And they treated me like brothers
R-I-P to their cool ass mother
An my brother din dada
For the homies ain't here I still gotta lot of love
I want to go back, way back
And change things and bring y'all back
I'm pourin beer out for y'all
I'm singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings a lot of tragedy
I look around at times and its so sad to see
A wasted life, or a broken home
But all I can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a stranger
And sometimes I express my love through my anger
And I lost a lot of friends for this
Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest KDC, and Chris
And the rest of the Beast crew
I ain't sayin that I'm wrong, but I still got love for you
'Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party
To the right, to the left
Many black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef
And sometimes I feel blessed for sure
To a been a part of one of raps last great tours
Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo yo
Kid Rock and it don't stop
I want to Go Back...back in the time
I want to Go Back
I want to Go Back...go way back way back y'all
I want to Go Back...back in the time
I remember litte Robert, cause I stayed with him
I used ta go and see Campbell, when I need a trim
And when times got grim and seen that I lost my way
I used to get blown of with Reve
Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands
Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Blackman running crazy scams
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just makin' that money, and pullin them honies
Spandex shorts and the halter tops
Slanging them rocks and runnin from the cops
The only white kid walkin' round on the block
Cruisin' in Amp's low ridin' ragtop
Go see Howard for what ya need
Underage buyin forties and bags of weed
Late night liquor from Bubba Coles
People used to say, Rock you got soul
Vince looked out and so did Lou
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
Chuck D and Murph were the original three
And now Richard D and Kracker are down with me
I got a studio record and a taste of fame
But when I roll through the Clem it's all the same
Even though things change, you know I ain't forgot
'Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock
But it's hard to go back to the things I knew
'Cause tha me life a have now lives for two
Yeah, and that's where I'm at
I want to Go Back...back in the time
And that's where I'm at
I want to Go Back...go way back way back y'all
I want to Go Back...back in the time
Bring it down
Way
Hey
Let it ride, let it ride
Hey... Hey
Way back, way back y'all
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