Chorus
We don't get down like we used to
We used to be together all the time
But now I find we don't get down
Like we used to be together all the time
But now I find we don't get down like we used to

I wish I had a picture of my little brother on the table
No time to fantasize and this one's no fable
I'd rather be on an island with my mom for one night
We'd reminisce about those trite
Them days of how I was

When the cops were the fuzz
My Stretch Armstrong
Don't even last that long
I'd rather be on top of things
But then my telephone rings
Procrastination sets in
So this is what it brings

Get you it later
There's nobody greater
To get the job done
Except for maybe FreAKAnature
I'd rather be on top with these jobs
Get them finished completely
I pull the plug on my phone
When I'm alone
And my neighbor sees me

But its cool
I'd rather be on trial with a witness
Who was targeting the fool
Taken such a long time
Think about the family, the memory bank, yes
Fathead is where I'd rather be

Chorus

Wishing for renditions of the past
And conditions of the present
But my mission's incomplete with out the visions
That I have from day to day
I pray I'll stay this way forever
Like the boy, father, mother, sister, brother
And myself the freAKA, who I can't recall

Oh yes y'all, right down the hall, I guess ya'll
There was this chillin disco ball
On the ceiling feeling good
I'm all about
The rhymes see the way I'm speaking
Keeps me guessing if I'm Indian, white black or Puerto Rican

But I'm seeking deeper meaning
Than the color of my skin
As to why I cannot try
To spread some views from down within
Cry myself to sleep
I'm set by nations under siege
Politicians, jurisdictions, and the deadly disease

It takes young and even younger
Sad to see them fall apart
It's hard to please, worse try
If we do not make a start
Its life for future generations
When life is made for living
Giving help to those in need

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