images of the past haunt me br inspired by a poem br the ghosts of yesterday awaken br with their white sheets, and crosses burning br people running, houses burning br a noose around a neck br a certain demand for respect br images of the past haunt me br like boyz in the hood br a menace to society br a new jack city br where our minds were jacked br smacked by crack br blunted so high br you don’t understand rastafari br images of the past haunt me br like cooley high, and good times br those were the days br when they thought that was really us br especially sanford