Before we had the Ps 2’s
Or the X BOX….
That rocks…..
There was nothing but
Us.
Well we did have our Atari’s
And if you had a little extra chedda
Maybe a 5200 that had the deluxe Ms. Pacman.
But for the most part
It was just us.
And the games we played.
Games like
Red light Green Light.
Under the humming street lights.
Or Simon Says, and Lord knows I could never forget
Hide and go get,
And when the hustlers would roll through my set?
Me and my peeps would play that’s my car,
Yearning to be the next superstar….
Playing baseball with a tennis ball and stick,
Playing football with no helmets or pads,
Feeling every hit.
And hoopin,? ****
Straight gravel, and dirt,
It wasn’t a foul if you didn’t get hurt…..
Now and then I go back to how it used to be
Where my foundation was laid,
Reminicin on the games we played….
Pinch the booty and run,
Cowboys and Indians with no gun.
On the back porch smoking fake squares just for fun…..
Standing against a wall, ducking and dodging from a game
Of dodge ball,
With that big red rubber ball that seemed to bounce forever……
Seems like our minds had more imagination, we’d record our favorite songs
From the radio station. And rhymes we would recite, laughin at a skinny dude with a blue Jean hat that yelled “DYNAMITE”!!
And **** Thelma was fine!
But back to the games that kept me out of trouble,
Watchin the cute girls up the block attack the rope on a double……dutch
my memories are such, that I seek them to ease todays
picture, painted with depressing hues’ that sing of misty blues,
And it puzzles my mind like the Rubix cube. At how we can allow our seeds,
To be trained by a sponge named Bob?
Yo, we need to get back on our Job, raise them like we were raised,
When “It’s in the Game” was an unheard phrase.
Tell em Like I was told……cause now that you have grown old, you to can say…..
boy take yo *** outside……
Grown folks is talking…………
Copyright © 2001 T.L. Stevens
Or the X BOX….
That rocks…..
There was nothing but
Us.
Well we did have our Atari’s
And if you had a little extra chedda
Maybe a 5200 that had the deluxe Ms. Pacman.
But for the most part
It was just us.
And the games we played.
Games like
Red light Green Light.
Under the humming street lights.
Or Simon Says, and Lord knows I could never forget
Hide and go get,
And when the hustlers would roll through my set?
Me and my peeps would play that’s my car,
Yearning to be the next superstar….
Playing baseball with a tennis ball and stick,
Playing football with no helmets or pads,
Feeling every hit.
And hoopin,? ****
Straight gravel, and dirt,
It wasn’t a foul if you didn’t get hurt…..
Now and then I go back to how it used to be
Where my foundation was laid,
Reminicin on the games we played….
Pinch the booty and run,
Cowboys and Indians with no gun.
On the back porch smoking fake squares just for fun…..
Standing against a wall, ducking and dodging from a game
Of dodge ball,
With that big red rubber ball that seemed to bounce forever……
Seems like our minds had more imagination, we’d record our favorite songs
From the radio station. And rhymes we would recite, laughin at a skinny dude with a blue Jean hat that yelled “DYNAMITE”!!
And **** Thelma was fine!
But back to the games that kept me out of trouble,
Watchin the cute girls up the block attack the rope on a double……dutch
my memories are such, that I seek them to ease todays
picture, painted with depressing hues’ that sing of misty blues,
And it puzzles my mind like the Rubix cube. At how we can allow our seeds,
To be trained by a sponge named Bob?
Yo, we need to get back on our Job, raise them like we were raised,
When “It’s in the Game” was an unheard phrase.
Tell em Like I was told……cause now that you have grown old, you to can say…..
boy take yo *** outside……
Grown folks is talking…………
Copyright © 2001 T.L. Stevens