Back In The Days

Back in the day 1986
 Me and Mad Mike puttin' records in the mix
 Doin' party after party, high schools and jam
 Back before the glock was king and brothas spoke like men
 Makin' demo after demo tryin' to come up quick
 It's funny how niggas treat you when you ain't got shit
 But now I kept on cause pops told me
 Never to let anybody in the way where I try to get
 It was me and D.R. freakin' with the funk
 Jerry in the jail, I had a system in the trunk
 And it was on, Friday night the party's jumpin'
 Summertime hits had the speakers straight bumpin'
 And believe me even though we had no loot
 Everybody knew that we was finst' to come up soon
 I still remember them days
 They was crazy but now they gone
 It aint nothin' like it used to be before
 Back in the days...
 1990 fresh out of college
 Public and the media settin' niggas up with knowledge
 And I love it cause without them there would be no me
 Took a trip down to Oakland
 Heard the minister speak, felt deep
 And shortly I was in
 On while forever down for my people 'til the day that I die
 That's when "Devil Made Me Do It," it was made
 I still remember the days, still remember the rage
 And I was into everyday building, trying to be much more
 Took a trip down to Cuba, met Assata Shakur
 Had dinner with Fidel, talked about old times
 And now America's steady tryin' to destroy minds
 And when I got back it seemed much clearer to me
 And when my cousin went to war he was only 19
 I still remember them days
 They was crazy but now they gone
 It aint nothin' like it used to be before
 Back in the days...
 1992 when I'm sour inside
 Cause a couple homies passed away before their time
 And even though I'm movin' unity
 Schoolin' better than most and it aint the same
 Cause I still feel pain and I'm tryin' to coup
 And everyday's gettin' clearer to me
 Cause if it aint guns and drugs, it's the pigs and HIV
 And now I'm lookin' for a way to try to fight it back
 But you see it's votin' time and now you wanna ban rap
 Thought I was fucked playin' by your rules
 "Sleeping With the Enemy" was album number two
 Let's take a look around
 And see which one of you all
 Gotta balls to put me out
 Here's a middle finger off for all you
 Tripped for a minute but before too long
 A young brotha said: "Fuck it!" and a label was born
 I still remember them days
 They was crazy but now they gone
 It aint nothin' like it used to be but yo
 Now it's 94 and I'm servin' album number three
 How many fake wanna-be Gees do I see?
 Now we're back to days of the nigga and the bitch
 No deposit, no return, it's a trip, I check my grip
 And realize that it's all in your mind
 Mothafuck you and that fake gangsta shit
 I stays righterous and serv'em with the dope
 Should a truth get a clue?
 Monkey see, monkey do
 Back in the days...