These olden days when Momma would say
“go outside and play, boy”.
For us poor boys there were no toys
we made up our games
no more sand boxes to play in
who would believe bounding baby boys
touching computer screens
These millennium days just ain’t the same
Amazon bringing the marketplace to your doorstep
it’s already been prophesied
I know the devil is a lie and
the tears I cry with no one around
to ask why I’m crying
Can’t they see my people
are dying at an alarming rate
The hatred of others is at all-time high
Some things never change
Who’s to blame?
Some people say the former guy
who really knows how to lie
and as his people cried
Jesus will replace us.
And remember to pray
What can I say
young men out there
shooting them guns off
in a new kind off way
like they close their eyes
they don’t care who dies
I guess they never played
in a sandbox and tried to build
a castle to the sky
jump off and see
if they could fly.
Childhood friends don’t mean
nothing everything been computerized
our babies with more information
in their hands
it took us a lifetime to understand
those Olden Days gone by
and we wonder why
does a 12-year old need
an iPhone cuz she’s been told
everyone has one
so she’s in therapy now.
I can’t down; I came up
in those Olden Days
when a dime got you
a phone call and
all you had to say was
I’m on my way
I’ll see you soon
when I get there
no FaceTime
no girls with purple hair
I’m willing to share
I don’t know what
that’s all about.
A Me Too movement for Afghanistan
the clock is ticking down.
Will we ever bring back those olden days?
The Dream is still the same
will my children ever get to the
Promised Land or will global warming
wipe it all away
Oh my Lord if we could
bring back those Olden Days
with fresh air to breathe
not the horror of looking
at a screen with trees
out West on fire.
The ocean temperature is getting higher
but I’m inspired by the New Green Deal
Yet, what’s the use?
The Republicans always kill anything
that would help someone older like me.
But I really don’t need a thing
’cause I have seen days go by
and if my Lord blessed me to see
a baby grandson or granddaughter
bouncing on my knee
that would be all right with me.
My Lord willing heaven will wait
and my eyes will see the return
of those Olden Days when
all you had to was
trust and believe.
Oh Lord bring back
those Olden Days
not the ones we like now
where Black men are slaves
to the system that don’t
need us anymore
seems like we’ ve
been replaced or is it just
the color of my face or
my belief in the
Most HIgh G-D-D Allah
and we think that we have
arrived. Oh Lord let me
not die in vain thinking
about those Olden Days.
This life we are living will
never be the same as 2019.
Four scores let freedom ring
racial equity is a new thing
Reparations is
what my people need.
No more Olden Days;
just Golden Days
never thought we would see
his Dream become a reality
By Any Means Necessary
is what we were taught
to believe in those Olden Days.
