Bring back the good ol’ days
The days of living my life for me
Wrapped in a cocoon and wanting to stay there
Being able to do what I want
No guilt
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Bring back the good ol’ days
The days when everyone looked like me
And everyone spoke like me…English
And I didn’t have to think of how the other was treated
Unaware
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Give me the good ol’ days
The days of giving no thought to my words
Of only having to think about what was true for me
Of not worrying about others taking offense because they all agreed with me
Ignorance is bliss
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Give me the good ol’ days
The days of history from my perspective
Of stuffing the uncomfortable under the rug
Of not seeing the other side of town flashing across my TV screen
Whitewashed
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Please bring back the good ol’ days
When I didn’t have to speak my mind
When I could lean on the other to decide for me
When God was white and heaven was only for those in my circle
Conformed
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Please bring back the good ol’ days
So I don’t have to feel the others’ pain
And I don’t have let go of unintentional prejudices
And all my formulas for living continue to work in my context
Delusively content
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