Prince Kaysaan - Things Ain't What They Used To Be lyrics

[Royal Flush Intro] Word... Things ain't what they used to be out here, man Ain't no more easy living, no more man You best to recognize, man, it's a struggle out here, man We forced to do, what we got to do, to survive It wasn't nothing like this back in the days, man Word, sh** got to change Verse 1 [Mic Geronimo] Increasing murders, Three-strike life servers, burners, informers Guiliani's crews on us The heat's just like the guns that we bust shot up Poisoning the little ones, now they grow corrupt It's different stages, environment got most vision tainted Murals on the corner, Rest in Peace now a painting Haters seeing the dehumanization of a being But worst of all most of y'all don't know what I'm meaning And strange days, time seems to move so fast Only concerns is the cash, and a whip to match See this life is like a bid but it won't do me And it's funny nothings really like it used to be, one, two [Chorus, with Marvin Gaye singing] Well things ain't what they used to be 4x Verse 2 [Mic Geronimo] The epidemics, narcotics, paramedics Everybody eager at a party just to wet it And felonies, armed robberies, and sprees Higher rates on a key, ghetto love disease More discreetly you choose, who to f**ing trust Nowadays bulletproof, and a Phills a must Most of us serving, or peeling the yardage on the charges Incarcerated cut-off from the world, disregarded Crack babies retardly born, dis-formed And fathers known for shooting China-White inside they arm Desert Sickness, planet Earth at it's illest Strategically the illest, plan a man in specifics Life is like a bid, but it won't do me Mentally these are the things that I should not see And I'm standing here, counting all the casualties Cause things ain't nothing really like they used to be, one, two [Chorus] 4x Verse 3 [Mic Geronimo] Like a night sky Saw the darker levels, leading teams of rebels And steaming these streets, just like kettles Dime minds can rarely walk the concreate, eroded Playing, I made a folding, off the cards I was holding Young, Stand between you, from the phantom, ghetto backs drops a cannon Life at understanding, a maturity stage Still a thug, and some will stay the same, for most of his days Flushing to South Jamaica raids, saw the time change hands Caravans go to MP's after that Lex Lands And it's bugged just the product of I came to be, and it's funny nothings really like it used to be, one, two [Chorus]