A clear cloudy day,
was all my mind could really come up to say,
about the weather, and the breeze,
when all the time I'm just thinking, "Ah jeez!"
What an embarrassing way to start,
when  I should've been brave, and said it from the heart.

Well,
Once upon a time,
in some dis-tant land,
All I ever really knew,
was the law of
supply and demand!
People always asked for much more than we had,
then we looked back at the people,
penniless and homeless, looking so sad.
Not all of the homeless
were all like that,
I'm just saying some of them,
thought that they wore crowns for hats
and now they're spending all their years,
thinking what could've been right,
instead of picking wrong streets,
and picking more fights.

In a room or a stall, or some where enclosed,
there's a little child crying,
but it seems that nobody knows.
The child is,
who ever it is,
doesn't matter the race, color, ***, or age,
it's just another sad chapter,
with another turn of the page.

There's a war out there,
and one right here, off our telephone,
it's right here, out there, in here,
and when we're alone.
How many years
will it take
for the kids
of this gen-eration, to fin-ally,
learn from their stupid mistakes!
Make one, all fun,
try not to do it again,
but no, gotta do it
for the vine,
so they do it
and then,
one's in the hospital,
with broken bones and spirit,
you'd they kids want to stay out of trouble,
in stead of trying to-get near it!

Once upon a time,
when we neighbors didn't need fences,
only needed for
the cattle expenses.
We worked hard for a living,
as we
still do,
it's funny how work is taken for granted,
until they don't know what to do.
Then it's just to hard,
to try to do better,
and then they think they know it all
until they get the denial letter.

It's a sad world we live in,
a sad world indeed,
it's a sad, sad world,
drowning in sin.

Aye, I said it,
as a Bible-Thumper I am,
I'm only preaching what I know, yes sir, and ma'am.

Once upon a time,
we all strove to be good,
and now we fear our neighbors,
and we take pride that we're from the hood.

Give me back
those summer days,
down by the lake of Cor,
give me back the swing-tire,
where we would never forget, never we swore!

The time of peace and respect,
and a piece of integrity,
where each child of every race,
fought the stereotypicracy!
Where each child would look forward,
to a brighter education,
and worked hard to feed their family,
instead of looking for vacation!

Gone are the days,
which I am speaking of,
gone are the days
where we used with care,
the word of Love.

Now we go out on flings,
hoping to fill ourselves for the night,
but deep down, deep inside,
I know they don't feel right.

Bring me back the days,
oh most lyrical of rhymes,
Oh bring me back once more,
turn back the Once Upon a Times!

They're gone...
now just a dream.

Once upon...
a midnight's dream.

Once.