Science Fiction
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 One:
I remember (back in the days)
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 karat
I Don't Have The Map
When it happens
You’ll feel like an islander
You’ll see ships and they’ll be reminders
That you’re on an island
I’m on an island
The chances are there’s a reason we’ve been left here
But I’m not disappointed
The chances are there’s a reason we’ve been left
The chances are, the chances are
You can’t contact, you can’t contact
You can’t cope without the contact
As it happens
There’s a city in sight
You’re getting confused by local lamplight
By local lamplight
Don’t buy local lamplights
The chances are there’s a reason we’ve been left here
But I’m not disappointed
The chances are there’s a reason we’ve been left here
The chances are, the chances are
You can’t contact, you can’t contact
You can’t cope without the contact
But what a situation to be in
You and me are keeping in time with my ideas
Keeping in time with my ideas
You can’t stop keeping in time
You can’t contact, you can’t contact
You can’t cope without the contact.