Herbie Hancock

It’s nineteen ninety three

And I’m bumping herby Hancock

In the circuit city parking lot

Back before everything changed a lot, before cops became a mob

Yeah we was living life, with souped up cars,

Hanging on the strip and the girls looked like movie stars

Now I’m looking at where we are

In twenty twenty five yeah we made it this far

the woke people in their tiny cars

The world ain’t the same as it was back then

Girls were girls and men were men

Most of the world is accepting the gay state we’re in

But fuck that I wanna go back to the nineties again,

Give me some M.T.V. With some Martha Quinn,

Hip hop rhymes wrote with paper and pen.

Or hanging on the strip like we did back then

Before cops made laws about loitering,

A different time and place back then,

When the television wasn’t showing all this sickness and sin.

Yeah I’m reminiscing again,

Sitting here listening to old too short hymns

Maybe Heaven will be is cool as the nineties and eighties,

ANd hopefully I won’t end up in hay Dee’s

With all the men who wanted to be ladies,

Yeah you heard what I spoke

I’ll never be woke

I’m a Christian, but I ain’t down with the Pope.

I wanna climb the golden rope

Find Tupac in heaven and roll some holy smoke,

Learn some guitar riffs from

Stevie ray vaughn,

And watch prince make music from his Golden Throne

Yea I’m a terrible dancer but sway zee can teach me,

If I die,….. heaven is where you can reach me.

It’s nineteen ninety three

And I’m bumping Herbie Hancock

You thought this song was done but it’s not, got a soft spot for

The old days yeah I miss the old ways

Back before we lived in this woke haze, back before the gays took over the T.V. Prime time

Before the internet made all the kids not play outside

yeah there was a time,

When a coke didn’t cost two dollars and a dime,

and kids rode their bikes up until bed time,

Now it’s nothing but garbage on the T.V.

30 years later I’m still bumping the same C.D. And M.T.V. Was playing music instead of gay men with breasts,

Hope the woke get saved before they reach their last breaths,

And I’m not impressed with the political pool of cess

Teachers in school telling our kids how to dress, fuck this mess…

Maybe Heaven will be is cool as the nineties and eighties,

ANd hopefully I won’t end up in hay Dee’s

With all the men who wanted to be ladies,

Yeah you heard what I spoke

I’ll never be woke

I’m a Christian, but I ain’t down with the Pope.

I wanna climb the golden rope

Find Two pock in heaven and roll some holy smoke,

Learn some guitar riffs from

Stevie ray vaughn,

And watch prince make music from his Golden Throne

Yea I’m a terrible dancer but sway zee can teach me,

If I die,….. heaven is where you can reach me.