Things Aint What They Used to Be

Word... Things aint what they used to be out here, man
Aint no more easy living, no more man
You best to recognize, man, its a struggle out here, man
We forced to do, what we got to do, to survive
It wasnt nothing like this back in the days, man
Word, **** got to change
[Verse 1: Mic Geronimo]
Increasing murders, Three-strike life servers, burners, informers
Guilianis crews on us
The heats just like the guns that we bust shot up
Poisoning the little ones, now they grow corrupt
Its 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 yall dont know what Im 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 wont do me
And its funny nothings really like it used to be , one, two
[Chorus, with Marvin Gaye singing]
Well things aint what they used to be
[x4]
[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 **** *** 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 its illest
Strategically the illest, plan a man in specifics
Life is like a bid, but it wont do me
Mentally these are the things that I should not see
And Im standing here, counting all the casualties
Cause things aint nothing really like they used to be, one, two
[Chorus x4]
[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 MPs after that Lex Lands
And its bugged just the product of
I came to be, and its funny nothings really like it used to be, one, two
[Chorus]