Back in the day
I remember
back in the day
When I could listen to music
And like what they’d say
Back when lyrics meant something
And they didn’t make you blush
Make mom come out yelling
“Don’t sing that mess, girl hush!”
I remember
Back in the day
When the street light came on
Meant the end of our play,
“Don’t make me come find you!”
We heard on the way out
Enough to get us back by dark
Of that there was no doubt
I remember
back in the day
Getting my hair done
By Miss Laura down the way
A stop at Mr. Henry’s
For a pickle on the run
Knowing that my head and ears
Miss Laura was sure to burn
I remember
Back in the day
When teacher meant honor
All the way
We also gave them, the utmost respect
they didn’t sleep with students
Calling it love
“What the heck?”
We should try to bring back
Our “back in the day”
They were the very best of times
Before we lost our way
copyright © 2008 Missy
myeishaspeaks@gmail.com
Renaissance, , New Millennium, , lyrics, , respect
2 comments:
Simply delightful. Peace.
Ah, you got me reminiscing about my own childhood. The music that I hated back then I actually love now.What is this crap talking about shorty/shawty this or shorty/shawty that. I feel it is like a virus that is spreading fast throughout the whole music industry.
Back in the day we actually played outside in addition to playing video games, first atari then nintendo. But I found my greatest joy find stuff out in the back yard,digging up holes (much to my mother's dismay) to find things or to bury things only to retrieve them later like time capsules. Those were the days.
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