Look back to the days when we chilled and used to kick it,
Hanging in the hood was cool, so I was with it,
Boys could be boys, with a love to play together,
Double "F" marked on our hands that stood for "Friends Forever",
Where did the good times go? Why'd they fade away?
Now crack is being sold to little kids every single day,
Seems like brothers have all lost their way,
Let's open our hearts and bring them back to the old time way.
Let's go back to the old time way, the things we'd do, and the things we'd say,
I can still hear my mother say, "I love you, baby,"
Let's go back to the old time way, the things we'd do, and the things we'd say,
Why did those good times fade away?
What happened to the days of old?
As I wonder, love is the hood it is going asunder, decayed, corrupt and highly polluted,
Trying to tell my friends the word of God can't be refuted,
Many people seem to have fell for the lie, like the world has something to help you get by,
It's quite simple, and I pray for the day,
Shalom - go back to the old time way.
Let's go back to the old time way, the things we'd do, and the things we'd say,
I can still hear my father say, "Get in the house, boy,"
Let's go back to the old time way, the things we'd do, and the things we'd say,
Why did those good times fade away?
On a warm, summer night the pages of history's born,
So I ran to the front screen to see what was going on,
Kids running down the street, cold jumping and yelling,
Having big fun between Tyler and Belden,
On the street is where we meet when it was time to get the fun on,
Playing kick the can, hide and seek, and then so on, we go on,
Nightlife couldn't get better,
Mum's ran to the porch and said, "Boy, get your sweater on,"
"Yes, ma'am, " is said; I had to give her respect, plus now I'm itching from that grass and my heads full of sweat,
That's how it went, or goes, is suppose,
Do you want to take a trip with me? - I'm going back to the old.
Let's go back to the old time way, the things we'd do, and the things we'd say,
I can still hear my brother say, "Hey, can I ride your bike?"
Let's go back to the old time way, the things we'd do, and the things we'd say,
Why did those good times fade away?
One summer night, I heard my mother pray,
I sat down on the stairs just to hear her say, "Lord, give me the strength to see another day, so I might raise my child the right way."
Blow Mississippi.
Let's go back to the old time way, the things we'd do, and the things we'd say,
I can still hear my mother say, "That's my baby boy,"
Let's go back to the old time way, the things we'd do, and the things we'd say,
Why did those good times fade away? (why did those good times go away?)
Let's go back to the old time way, the things we'd do, and the things we'd say.
