Letras
Way back in the day
Way back in the day
Way back in the day
Tell me a story dad
Sarah calls him papi, loves what's missing in her daddy
A father figured by now he's looking shabby
The city isn't always happy, millions of stories, drive us whappy
Now they're arguing over who should change the nappy
T's never met his pops, he's heard the stories and the plots
He was in love with Maria, but then he loved the bottle a lot
He never could quite get sober enough to stop
He never came back after he went out for cigarettes from the shop
He jumped straight on the tube, went off and started again
T's looking out the window, dad never came home again
Border patrol, but drugs and guns keep making it in
Someone's surely raking it in
Are you taking it in
ET's not in the sky, but the electronic heights are
And Hollywood holds you hostage with its incredible drama
The truth's not on the web or in the windy doorway
Sleep where we lay our heads, wishing it was back in the day
Way back in the day
Way back in the day
Michelle walked out of home, she couldn't take it anymore
Ended up in Kilburn by the high road at her grandma's front door
Too afraid to knock at first, then she found it soothing
They said the lady who lived here died long not before they moved in
Jimmy controlled the home through force, his voice was silent
Now he's up on court after years of domestic violence
Drove me to the edge of the bed, the edge of my head
The edge of what we said and these words are the stones that bled
Sarah was pregnant, fuelled by drugs and anger
They said she gave herself an abortion with a rusty coat hanger
She used to rave all weekend, now her and her man ain't speaking
Cable her phone to cut off, next will be the heating
Down on his luck, Ali's needle got stuck in his groin
The opp to get it out left him unable to join the army
He saw it as his way to get paid
Now he can't pass the physical and wishes he was back in the day
Way back in the day
Way back in the day
Bad to the bone, who knows where he is or where he lives?
And he don't even know how many of the kids are even his
Absent father, always blames the mother
When children are the future and deserve better than the drama
Slavery still continues, hunger still an issue
And all you're worried about nowadays is who really dissed you
The city's like a canvas on which we paint our lives,
Some won't survive, others strive, and others thrive
It feels like somebody's always making profits
Companies posting losses, government's hands are in our pockets
Baptism war and satellite
Zapatistas fight, left against right
And people in flight
No quiet life
In the city's streetlight, generations dying to belong in street fights
And young people's futures are washed away
And we all wish that we were somehow, somewhere back in the day
Way back in the day
Way back in the day