ThingsnJust ain't like they used to benThingsnSure ain't like they used to be...nn(Deacon)nPut her out in the cold, didn't want her close to hen'Cause his granddaughter's diffrent than she suppose to benDiluted their genes, it stopped the music, it seemednThat they'd only seen polluted stream, and that wasn't cleannSaid he could almost no longer stand to breathenFrom this pure horror, more worse than AmityvillenSo what's next? Don't answer me, yield; yupnThis is a normal occurance, not something randomly realnAin't even allowed visits over a child's pigmentnHis in-crowd ign'ant, a situation: Wow! isn't it?nHard times, baby daddy grinds to supportnHis mother and a few other friends privately in her fortnFor short stays, ya know? But more aid was needednBaby is like a year and a half old now and speakingnMore than I can say about that man with his childnThey can't even come face to face and share smilesnRaining pure pain on her life by staying distantnLike she spawned a fucking anti-Christ or a Satan infantnBlatant mentions about family blood won't leavenLoves her deeply, but evil sends its opposite feednToo set in his ways to ever relatenIf he could just set that aside, there'd be heaven to paynThen, weathered and aged time swept him to gravenLove conquers all? Shit, I'd say that area's greynnOld fashioned people, they never know whynOld fashioned people, they never know whynOld fashionednn(Deacon)nMost don't even know why they believe what they believe, mannNever taking a second to look at lifenBad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawgnIn the dark, walls blocking all that lightnMost don't even know why they believe what they believe, mannNever taking a second to look at lifenBad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawgnIn the darknn(Immortal Technique)nLooking at life in retrospect it's hard to regretnStuck in your ways 'cause hatred is hard to forgetnNiggas talk all religious trying to barter with deathnParts of the flesh wrinkle up while you start to reflectnAnd even though nobody's life is ever perfectnYou start to wonder if all the pain was really worth itnPondering the purpose of living, the curse that was givennDreaming about freedom and escaping the prisonnPeople who pimp children are really raping religionnThe Matrix is fiction placed in a visionnBut now the technology follows me solemnlynBuilding the future laws to my philosophynAlzheimer's cutting through like a lobotomynNot even the golden arthritis of King MidasnCould buy comfort and peace for the righteousnI survived disease and political crisisnBy backstabbing gnomes that are now lifelessnAnd now I live vicariously through my kidsnLike people who love the sport, but can't play for shitnFighting glaucoma, front the cops taking a hitnI slip into a coma, roaming over the planetnLeaving the gold and the granite, the old and the famishednBut just before I vanish as I think I'm right at the endnThe sun becomes the light of my birth and I live againnYeah, nigga, remember way back when?nnOld fashioned people, they never know whynOld fashioned people, they never know whynOld fashioned people, they never know whynWorld is changing day to daynMoves so fast, it leaves them in another time