HOME (ode to the college graduate)
Home
(ode to the mid twenty college graduate)
I used to live there...
I used to live where
Go-gos were.
I used to party with Backyard and Raw Image
And go see Junk at the Icebox
With Groovers in the tapedeck
Because they had that ill
"I can see clearly now"
Socket joint.
Remember that?
Remember hanging out late
And not worrying about getting shot at
Because bammas were crazy
But,
Bammas weren't stupid!
Remember walking to your mom's house
And those other dudes
Would mean mug
But mugs were fronts
For false intentions,
Not greeting cards for burials?
(The price we pay for respect.)
Remember going to the ice cream truck
And getting every other treat
Other than ice cream
Not considering the expiration date?
( The ice cream man was a pervert with ill intentions.
I mean, he did have an ice cream truck.)
Man I miss the candy lady
On the third floor
With lines around the corner
Every summer day
Because she had better prices than 7-11.
Man I miss home...
Remember the corner stores
That didn't sell Lucy's
To any hoodlum or floozy
That looked the part
Butr smelled of dank
And knew the opposite
When they'd purchase
A blunt, a bag of Skittles,
And a Little Hug drank.
Remember the barber shops
(ode to the mid twenty college graduate)
I used to live there...
I used to live where
Go-gos were.
I used to party with Backyard and Raw Image
And go see Junk at the Icebox
With Groovers in the tapedeck
Because they had that ill
"I can see clearly now"
Socket joint.
Remember that?
Remember hanging out late
And not worrying about getting shot at
Because bammas were crazy
But,
Bammas weren't stupid!
Remember walking to your mom's house
And those other dudes
Would mean mug
But mugs were fronts
For false intentions,
Not greeting cards for burials?
(The price we pay for respect.)
Remember going to the ice cream truck
And getting every other treat
Other than ice cream
Not considering the expiration date?
( The ice cream man was a pervert with ill intentions.
I mean, he did have an ice cream truck.)
Man I miss the candy lady
On the third floor
With lines around the corner
Every summer day
Because she had better prices than 7-11.
Man I miss home...
Remember the corner stores
That didn't sell Lucy's
To any hoodlum or floozy
That looked the part
Butr smelled of dank
And knew the opposite
When they'd purchase
A blunt, a bag of Skittles,
And a Little Hug drank.
Remember the barber shops
That weren't a daily expo
For all things you need
But can't afford
After a high priced Ceasar
And low class quality.
I miss walking around
The park and seeing fathers
With thier sons and daughters
In the park,
Cause now all I see in the park
Are sons and daughters
Looking for sons and daughters to pop...
Man I miss my father.
I miss my grandmother
Yelling at my little friends
To keep the noise down
And they responded by,
Keeping the noise down...
Man I miss repect for elders.
I miss the smell of breakfast
On Saturday mornings
After three hours of cartoons
That actually thought you something,
And on Sunday mornings
After many hours
Of pointless
Conversation
With the love of my life,
At that time...
Man I miss home...
But the irony is
I'm about to go back,
But now,
I'm grown.
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