Poem: How it used to be / Como era antes

Double-R

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So here I am
Walking down Wyckoff
Taking a look at what is now
iPod in my pocket
Remembering what was then
To where my gameboy used to sit in that same spot

Turn right on Weirfield and you'll see kids playing
Running, jumping, screaming,
Johnie pump wide open, cooling everyone down
Boombox becoming one with the street, one with the rhythm of the block
Sounds of TKA, Soul Sonic Force, Cynthia all chimming in
But what catches our attention is this one box, in front of the house with the blue door
Letting us listen in as Jerry pleads to his beloved
Diciéndole, "un amor como el nuestro, no debe morir jamas"
Mientras que la gente bailaba
All in the midst of a block party
Dancing to the music
Smiles all around
Eating all the good food from whoever cooked it
Gozando con la gente
Hablando con los socios
Haciendo maldades que tienen a la gente muriéndose de la mal riza
A to'a boca
A to'a voz
Asi tiene que ser!
And then I wake up
To' tranquilo
To' callado
Nadie hablando
Ni un alma gozando
Lo que era solo es un sueño
Solo una memoria, una parte de mi imaginación

But those are only memories now as music has changed
The streets are not the same anymore
No more open johnie pumps
Not even playing in the streets
Everything is now MP3'ed and ripped to CD
FM manages to resurrect the memories but, they are as distorted as the stations themselves
So I lay back and remember how it was before
Subo el volumen un chin-chin mas a mis parlantes
Para poder recordar como era antes