Back in the Day – Song and Lyrics by Ahmad A. Lewis

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Written by: BOBBY ROSS JR. AVILA, IZZY AVILA, JAMES SAMUEL III HARRIS, JAMES HARRIS III, CHAKA KHAN, TERRY LEWIS, TONY MAIDEN, JAMES WRIGHT, JAMES QUENTON WRIGHT

Duration: 5:02

Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Back in the Day’ by Ahmad A. Lewis. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Ahmad A. Lewis or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

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 niggarole
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
Why’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 karate shoes
Sayin “Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that”
Then he get mad and want to scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it’s like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers ’cause they bell wearin Gazelles
And if they really had money raised be sportin BK’s
And, all the girls had they turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce
Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days

[Chorus]

(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

[Verse Two:]

I’m still back in the days, but now the year is ’87
’88 that’s when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school wish it’d blown up
No doubt I couldn’t wait to get out (and be a grownup)
But let me finish this reminescin and tellin
Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, Nike Cortez, and footsie socks
And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
And it don’t stop, I’m glad ’cause when J.J. Fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
Or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
Of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses
Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with
The fat laces, ’cause it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework
It’s true, you don’t realize really what you got til it’s gone
And I’m not, gonna sing another sad song, but
Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

[Chorus]

(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

[Verse Three:]

Well, it’s the niggaole, I figure that now I’m all grown up
Because I’m eighteen years old, and guess you could say I’m holdin
Down a steady job and crew steady mobbin
You steady bobbin your head and I’m paid, so I got it made
But, didn’t always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A.
That’s where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it’s worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I’m first
So Ahmad and The Jones’ is on our way up
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
And we finally did, but
Sometimes I still sit there reminescin
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

[Chorus]

(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

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

Back in the days
*talking*
I got jacked for mines
You sound like a white dude “Hey I got jacked for mines!”
Aight, aight…