Back In The Days

when I was young

I'm not a kid anymore

needeed permission to explore sex education

now it's impreagnation at twelve

oh how I sit and wish I was a kid again

when people actually cared and never had

to pretend to be your friend

somewhere on God's green earth we failed

when the universe was a bit more kind

the adolescents never sassed or they we're gashed

anywhere and time into a blind state

back when daughters were somewhat safe

where as today intercourse wasn't heavily endorsed

and an curfew was reinforced

and I remember when

I remember way back than

when them boys used to rock them parts

when cuts was a form of art

hightop fades, rat tails, lines on the left side as well

which was said it represented delinquency

embarrassed with the foodstamp books

in which mama used with a frequency

church seven days a week

could've became adventists

yet still a menace

the short bus and the  aggravated driver

we only got liver

Saturday morning cartoons

oatmeal was always the ordeal

a barefoot rush to the ice cream truck

last but not least, the eight track

now that's way back