- Mar 31, 2001
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Tha many rides on Bay Area Transit
Make up most of my childhood
Or walking on foot through Oakland neighborhood.
The many faces that I saw at tha park
The time I was choked my this boy, cuz I wouldn't stop tickling him
And my mom had to pull him off
The same man in tight green and striped shorts
That ran around Lake Merrit
And didn't wear a shirt
Tha addict that pulled down her stockings and
peed right in front of my dad and me
In downtown Oakland on a newly planted tree.
The needle I found on tha train riding home with my mom
Tha lady who I asked to have some of her chips
And told me, "thats why little children go to hell"
Tha stand off between my mom and her while riding on tha train
Has gave my mom unreckognizable fame.
The Korean restaurant, where we ate clear noodles and beef, closed down
The two delicious tacos filled with celantro, onions, and spices
fill my mouth
the mission district where I would go crazed
Over papusas tha Salvadorean dish with beans, meat, and cheese.......
The side converstaions in the line at the grocery store.
The Oakland earthquake that sent me flying off tha bed and onto tha floor
And one of daddys friends died from that freeway that collapsed
Tha many hippies lined on university ave
The tie dye shirts more like a souvenir
to remember berkleys past
being cramped in my nanas house
the smell of grits, corn beef hash, my favorite, cuz my nanas from the south.
the anal tasks that we used to do
my nanas from a family of 12, and there was always a new chore to do.
The neighborhood addicts that would come over to try and get some money from her
As a little kid, I always knew there was something wrong with Bridgett, she was always skinnier than before.
My uncle Dean that always promised to take me and my cousins to an Oakland A's game.
Not seeing him again due to lung cancer
I miss tha cucumbers he grew from his garden
always wanting to give to tha kids.
tha many visits to Pier 39 and chinatown
The pork buns and fried shrimp with the head and the tail
Every two years in a new city in the Bay
Looked forward to the move
At the most we were half hour away
No longer a hop skip and a jump
Missing tha thangs I used to do and see
In my youth.
Desert Storm
Make up most of my childhood
Or walking on foot through Oakland neighborhood.
The many faces that I saw at tha park
The time I was choked my this boy, cuz I wouldn't stop tickling him
And my mom had to pull him off
The same man in tight green and striped shorts
That ran around Lake Merrit
And didn't wear a shirt
Tha addict that pulled down her stockings and
peed right in front of my dad and me
In downtown Oakland on a newly planted tree.
The needle I found on tha train riding home with my mom
Tha lady who I asked to have some of her chips
And told me, "thats why little children go to hell"
Tha stand off between my mom and her while riding on tha train
Has gave my mom unreckognizable fame.
The Korean restaurant, where we ate clear noodles and beef, closed down
The two delicious tacos filled with celantro, onions, and spices
fill my mouth
the mission district where I would go crazed
Over papusas tha Salvadorean dish with beans, meat, and cheese.......
The side converstaions in the line at the grocery store.
The Oakland earthquake that sent me flying off tha bed and onto tha floor
And one of daddys friends died from that freeway that collapsed
Tha many hippies lined on university ave
The tie dye shirts more like a souvenir
to remember berkleys past
being cramped in my nanas house
the smell of grits, corn beef hash, my favorite, cuz my nanas from the south.
the anal tasks that we used to do
my nanas from a family of 12, and there was always a new chore to do.
The neighborhood addicts that would come over to try and get some money from her
As a little kid, I always knew there was something wrong with Bridgett, she was always skinnier than before.
My uncle Dean that always promised to take me and my cousins to an Oakland A's game.
Not seeing him again due to lung cancer
I miss tha cucumbers he grew from his garden
always wanting to give to tha kids.
tha many visits to Pier 39 and chinatown
The pork buns and fried shrimp with the head and the tail
Every two years in a new city in the Bay
Looked forward to the move
At the most we were half hour away
No longer a hop skip and a jump
Missing tha thangs I used to do and see
In my youth.
Desert Storm
