Times Change - Ghetts

How it was ain’t how it is

How it is ain’t how it will be

When anyone asks how I’ve been

I tell em ask how I will be

(Story time)

School days they never paid her no attention

All the boys used to think about was taking home her best friend

Remember trocadero had us all going West End?

She was the weirdo, the lame with no protection

So they used to call her rugged and she called her older bruddas

At night she couldn’t sleep, she just hid below the covers

She was a tomboy with potential

In a class full of cruel kids, all alone she suffered

But the years passed by and the glasses became contacts

Her hair’s relaxed and the braces disappeared

She used to battle with her pass out

Couldn’t pass, she made combat

She’s got it back now, her face is everywhere

Shop windows and adverts

Now it’s like she’s never been insulted by a man’s words

Nobody thought that she’d become a model

When her hair was in a bobble, she had bottles thrown at her

Times change

People change

Times change

People change

School days she was the one that all the boys chased

Just another little boy tryna beat before his voice breaks

Valentines day, there ain’t a choice made

Way too many options, she can’t avoid hate

Now there’s rumours going round the school, they’re calling her a slag

They say she’s going out with Paul, she ain’t cool with that

Cause Paul ain’t growing outta all the things children have

He wrote a little poem on the wall where the water’s at

The years passed by and her reputation was ruined

Telling every man she meets they’re the only man she beats

Swearing on her life by elevating, what’s she doing?

Now Paul’s become the man to please, sport’s got the man his P

She a funky buddha, celebrity pursuing

She walks in casually, haunting all the athletes

Now she’s on the same celebrity she knew when

She was a secondary girl, but he remembers very well

+ (simultaneous)

The model, the baller, the chicken head

All went the same school, coincidence

Different situations supported by these instruments (life)

Hate, love and too much attention caused the difference

The model was the victim (chicken head was loved)

And the baller was a victim (of this chick he said he loved)

Mate, I’m just painting the picture (where's my brush?)

Only two used the gift they was given

One never once opened a present up

She just opened her legs and…

Hoping to to get a cuff from bruddas that get money

But no, she never does, I suppose it’s never funny

When these hoes have a child that won’t respect their mummy

Back to the other two, one night they crossed paths

In the lobby of the W, a hot glance

Turned into exchanging numbers

Who, ever thought that they would get together?

Well, I never

+ (simultaneous)