Back In The Day – Ahmad
Intro:
Back in the days when I was young I’m not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I’m not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days…
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I loved this song “back in the day” and i find that pretty ironic really. Cos in reality, I was still a kid! The real story of this song really was about kids that grew up too fast. Funny enough, I rather dont think it helped me much, I still grew up fast.
I think alot in this song reflects a classic case scenario and trend that is becoming prevalent in today’s society. The sort of influences that young kids are exposed to are even more vicious in their effect on them. Inhibitions and restrictions have been dropped in the name of civilisation and exposure and the kids are worse of for it. I really dont need to sing about the ills and evils among youths in todays society, lemme let The Sun Newspaper do that: but something needs to be done by people who can.
And who can? everyone can if they want to!
Who wants to? very few people want to!
Why dont they want to? Why should they?
Because we are all connected to the next generation in more ways than we often realise! Even for the most child hating, independence loving, no i wont have kids cos they will poo on my laps and make me add weight, wanna party till 4am, call me new generation, sophisticated Nigerian breed (i speak in contexts i am used to) you inexorably will have nieces, nephews, neighbours, friends, students, co workers / colleagues etc that will be victims of the “get old quick” syndrome. I am gonna ruminate on this intro for abit, but i think there will be more on this very soon. I am getting emotional about this already.
Intro:
Back in the days when I was young I’m not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I’m not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days…
Verse One:
When I just a little niggerole
I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
when he went out with girls I could go taggin along
Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
Y’all remember way back then, when it was 1985
all the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues
That be always tryin to bag with the shag (and karate shoes)
Sayin “Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that”
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it’s like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin Gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin BK’s
and, all the girls had they turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce
Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Chorus: repeat 2X
Back in the days when I was young I’m not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I’m not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Verse Two:
Back in the days, but now the year is ‘87
‘88 that’s when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school (wish it’d blow up)
No doubt I couldn’t wait to get out (and be a grownup)
But let me finish this reminescin and tellin
Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys
basket weaves, Nike Court Airs, and footsie socks
And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
And it don’t stop, I’m glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
of hoochies, had poison airbrushes on they asses
Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with
the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework
It’s true, you don’t realize really what you got til it’s gone
and I’m not, gonna sing another sad song, but
Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three:
Niggerole, I figure that now I’m all grown up
Because I’m eighteen years old, and guess you could say I’m holdin
down a steady job and crew steady mobbin
you steady bobbin your head and I’m paid, so I got it made
But, didn’t always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A.
That’s where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it’s worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I’m first
So (Ahmad and The Jones’ is on our way up)
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
and we finally did, but
Sometimes I still sit and reminesce, then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Chorus: repeat 5X until fades
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