Thursday, October 4, 2012
Feel me
Feel me
Here we go just for fun
Reading this under the blazing sun
clueless fool when it come to being cool
But you can call me a fashion fool
be fixing and tricking my bike
Forget the bus rather save my dollar and just go for a 3 hour hike
No bus ride for me l rather walk till l die
Plain white rice is everyday and every night
Top ramen noodle and cup noodle be the business
gotta get more put that on the check list.
Wear sandal wherever I go
Lost my other pair at Dana Point one time yo
Grew up where roaches be in your cereal before you open it up
Want a glass a milk, we got no cups
Playing stick ball with literally a stick and tennis ball
Batter up come up swing it hit ball
Ball hits the neighbors wall is ok
Hit it so hard one time we hear the glass shatter
You know it’s time to scatter
Hopping fences to escape the old mans wrath
Getting your butt whoop for playing to much and forgot to do math
Fell asleep in class
But somehow you pass
Hang with ghetto crowd
But you were never loud
Spend the lunch hours looking at the clouds
time goes by, late for the next class now.
Nighttime time to go home
Listen to your mom talk about Cambodia
Listen to lectures but it never stuck in your ears
Hear the words but it is not clear
Raised in long beach all the your life
Moms says living in Cambodia was nice.
Off to bed we go, can’t have a peaceful night here
Got to have the gun shots sound bust in your ears
Around two or 3 am the gun chatter disappears.
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