[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, shit 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 fucking 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]
