Used to be…
Things (Things) just ain’t like they used to be. (Like they used to be.)
Things (Things) sure ain’t like they used to be. (Like they used..)
V1 [Deacon]
Put her out in the cold, didn’t want her close to he
Cause his granddaughter’s different than she’s supposed 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 breath
From this pure horror, more worse than Amityville.
So what’s next? Don’t answer me, yield, (Yup)
This is a normal occurrence, not something randomly real.
Ain’t even allowed visits over a child’s pigment.
His in-crowd ignant, 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, you 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 Satan infant.
Blatant mentions about family blood won’t leave.
Love’s her deeply, but evil sends its opposite feed.
Old Fashioned..
Too set in his ways to ever relate,
If he could just set it 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 gray.
[Hook]
Old fashioned people, they never know why (x2)
Old fashioned.
[Bridge: 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.
V2 [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 nobodies 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 played 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 a 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 then end.
The sun becomes the light of my birth and I live again.
Yeah nigga. Remember way back when?
[Hook]
The world is changing day to day,
Moves so fast, it leaves them in another time.