(BACK IN DA DAYS)
The music for this memory… Some a dat boom bap…
The music for this memory… Some a dat boom bap…
Back in da day when gay still meant happy and a coon was a coon. When the black man had freedom from his infamy. Before he became the neighborhood crack dealer selling dope disguised as a thugs best hope of escape. Back in da day when a kid could be a kid and run free while wearing no shoes. Wet dirt squished between toes and a children had to beg to be let in. Before Barbie dreams and silicone queens. Before women started calling themselves bitch and ho. Started letting men do it. Back in da day when the food was still kinda pure and Sunday was still kinda sacred. When the lines were clear and defined. When nigger was a bad word that could start a fight among black men and would get a white man slapped dead in his mouth. Before gangsta rap and Trinidad James, Lil Wayne and Two Chains had not been loosed to shackle fragile young brains. Lead them straight off into the land of some dumb ass shit. Next thing you know the fad will be see through lingerie for men and they will be calling themselves faggot to show respect. Glad this ain’t back in da day and my Grandma caint see this mess. She gone off to that last rest. Back in da day.
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