Chariots of firecrackers

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As a kid I was so free

I’d find a stick and beat the bark off of a tree

Repeatedly until my hands were numb

Or the stick would break making rhythm without a drum

To let my brothers and friends know that it was time to battle and bike

Each armed with bottle rockets and a ‘U’ shaped pipe

Seven deep in the street 

Six BMXes, but I had the banana seat

Off to battle older kids with 10 speeds

Trash can shield strapped to my back mouth full of sunflower seeds

Then my chain popped 

Steering control was lost

And a pedal crashed into my shin

So I limped to the side of the road yet managed a grin

And a thumbs up to my homies

I quickly put the chain back on and caught up with the Tonys

A split second before a loud whistle I felt a Bottle rocket

Buzz inches by my eye socket

Lit the incense and clipped it to my handlebar

Aimed two rockets at our enemies and yelled - Charge!!!