WINDS OF CHANGE

{Winds of change have blown

What goes around is sadness}

[Master Ace:]

I love rap music, I spit it from the heart

I did it a lot of years, been in it from the start

As time has gone by, to whom it may concern

I paid close attention, let me tell you what I learned

Today and tomorrow's a reflection of the past

Life's like a cycle and nothing ever lasts

And bein' that we human, we forced to play the game

The more things change it seems the more they stay the same

[Verse:]

From MJ to Usher, from Heav' D to Bonecrusher

Hip hop culture, new school to old lovers

Soul brothas, James Brown to Pete Rock

Timbos, 5411 Reeboks

Jordan to Bryant, try to triumph

The winds of change all revolved around science

From Walkmen to iPods, long as I'm breathin'

Game changes like the Earth with the seasons

[Wordsworth:]

From summer to fall, from winter to spring

From gold ropes to platinum chains and rings

Coleco and television, Atari to PS3

From Gameboy to a PSP

Beta to DVD, tape to CD

Plasma and LCD from black and white TV

Every day life's destined to change forever

But some things are never better than their predecessors

Come on

{The past, the present, the future}

[Master Ace:]

From the fur Kangols that I wore as a kid

To the headbands and fitted hats a few sizes too big

From OshKosh, Jordache and Benetton

To Rocawear, Phat Farm and Sean John

From suede Pumas and goin' back with the Keds

To Jordan 20s with the strap, black and red

From sharkskin slacks and some mean gabardines

To Akademik, ENYCE and G-Unit jeans

[Verse:]

From Wild Style to Krush Groove and Tougher Than Leather

To Turbo and Ozone, no one did it better

From Breakin' an' Beat Streat, Ramo and Lee

To Paid in Full and Eight Mile, Life in the D

From Murphy to Richard Pryor, funny as hell

To Martin and Chris Rock and Dave Chappelle

Time flies and it feels so strange

You've got to love to ride the winds of change

[Wordsworth:]

Holdin' a picture frame wishin' that we didn't age

Photo album cellophane, shocked as I flip the page

Snapshots on stage and the tour van that we wrecked

Videos and DVDs of us rehearsin' our set

In my sixties: bald, grey beard, wrinkled skin

Glasses, gettin' thin, jaw line sinkin' in

Thinkin' then were different times, young, in my prime

At fifty-five started forgettin' lines, mumblin' rhymes

Wrote books, scripts, screenplays, stayed lyrical

MP3's digital, vinyl is now minimal

It's critical, still freestylin' with my grandkid

The beats and the flows are new, but I understand his

Old school, not bitter, I don't have a grudge

Not that my era was better, just tell 'em how it was

It's noon, the car's here, headin to the studio

The Garden sold out a week straight for our reunion show

[Master Ace:]

Today and tomorrow's a reflection of the past

Life's like a cycle and nothing ever lasts

But bein' that we human, we forced to play the game

The more things change it seems the more they stay the same