Teaching me how to walk, how to talk, how to dress,
How to be my best!… Damn I was BLESSED!
HOME
When I think of home, I think of my mother’s cooking, going to all the Dodgers’ games with my Dad, and all the fun we had.
Family get-togethers, the annual summer family trip, my G.I. Joe with the Kung-Fu grip.
Friday night dinners when my dad got paid.
The playground where I played. I remember putting a whole box of sugar in the Kool-Aid!
Going to church on Sunday, trying to find somewhere to sit, getting my first Denver permit.
When I think of home, I think of my Hot Wheels set, my go-kart, my dirt bike, my parents buying all the stuff I like!
Teaching me, if you walk… you can get it.
Teaching me ethics, manners, respect.
Teaching me how to walk, how to talk, how to dress,
How to be my best!… Damn I was BLESSED!
See, I grew up during a time when you
Were home before the streetlight came on
A time when it wasn’t against the law
Or your parents
To beat your ass if you didn’t take out the trash,
Or for talking back, or getting out of line.
HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?
HOME.
