In the midst of my youth
I'd fallen for untruths
And the glamour of being seen on the outside,
Which led to me being unclean on the inside.
As if momma raised me to be out there and loose;
But didn't she, for she held the permissions for lock and for key?
Her fault, then, that I gave it up to him
And again she's the cause of me earning that nickname
And I suppose dad could be guilty, too, for pushing me into another man's arms
The same man who then sent me to another..and another did the same
Wow, and of all this I made it out somehow
Had to regroup my thoughts and retain my youth
With my nose up high, I dismissed my past
Because bullshit walks and money talks, and bullshit don't last
And here and now if I hear "hey Red, what it do?!"
I'm gonna keep on walking like I didn't hear you
And that's because that old girl is long gone
And she left behind those childish songs
Now I'm looking at our youth of today
Walking around with hickey's on their necks and guilt on their face
And I want to grab them and hold them
And sing them my song
Say, little girl don't wander off too far
And little boy, come on back home
Keep the stride of a child and a kid
It'll soon be over when you hit that adulthood bid
See..grown folks get caught in bills, payments, and taxes
And we're always too busy, never time for relaxing
Some of us have to play catch up
Cause when we were young, we weren't on task
And how the hell you gonna live today on forty thousand a year or less
And I'm just saying, once you have kids it's your responsibility to provide
And regardless if you weren't the only one that laid down, it was your choice so you can't hide it
And damn, you see "free" people out there, and you reminisce about back in the day
When you could just be tired and decide to sleep all damn day
But now you're on the grind, and it feels like you are digging your own grave
Remember, though, back then when you were ever so brave
Can you recall the first time you sipped your first beer
Or snuck kids in the house when your folks could not hear
And when you rolled your eyes at the teacher and told you she's not the boss of you
Remember those times when you screwed up in your youth
See, I remember those times and I remember them well
That's why I'm not so angry about it when I have to struggle to make bail
It's karma, so I take it, and pray for better days
And I know they will come, long as I still pray.
Copyright ©2007 Attica Lundy
Thursday, November 1, 2007
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