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Remember back in the time
When the only sign we had was pickets
But now in '94, it be this way, somethin' come wicked
G-angs killin' others for colors
Thangs that we wear for fashion
Other brothers take it for a reason to be blastin'
What the kcuf is goin' on
Not soft like buttercups but had enough of singin' that same song
See, I stayed across the street from the projects
Took out yo' momma trash and groceries to her trunk
To keep my pockets fat, like cellulite
Only been to jail one week for some shull-bit
And I pray to God I won't repeat
I shoulda pulled it when I had the chance to
No, I shouldn't a did that, 'cause if I did that
Y'all would not hear that phat shit
That keeps you on your tippy-tippy-toes
Like that sellout, not callin' no names
But really, "who's bad"
I go through obstacles like a whole box of condoms
You can't forget where you come from
Take a good look in the mirror
And tell me, do you like what you see
Masters of deception, corruption and evil
But you're always quick to point the finger at me
Won't somebody tell me
I just don't understand
The ways of the world today
Sometimes I feel like there's nothing to live for
So I'm longing for the days of yesterday
What gave you the right to misjudge me
And write me off on the wall
Acting as if you understand me
In reality, you just don't know me at all
Sometimes I can't help but wonder
If this was how it's meant to be
But if you search deep enough in your soul
You'll always find a slight reminder of me
Won't somebody tell me
I just don't understand
The ways of the world today
Sometimes I feel like there's nothing to live for
So I'm longing for the days of yesterday
A-yo, if we could all agree
To lettin' our souls become free
Of that sweet bitterness