I sit down and breathe for a bit. I sip my dollar coffee in a strawberry mug and look around me.
I look at the kid named Ezra, he thinks he has some LaserVision
And his mum giving me a wreath of wilted flowers
'Parrently I'm a potential saint; a reincarnation from some Hindu religion
The assistant guy from my school; the gardener guy
His dreads on his head, looking as high as a kite
The only things that down is his fly...
The second grade teacher of my old neighborhood
The only one to talk that good about kids, Mrs. West could
I hear her say "fuck" and I kinda snicker
Watching her rooomies sipping what looks to be liquor
Then I look at myself and I fix my hat
Hiding from that ol' guy with a baseball bat
The cat ears with the earrings
My red long FMA jacket
I shut my eyes and I tear up a bit
And I realize
Why would I leave this pit?
Since I was 7 I wanted to leave this town
Maybe go to some country just a little bit down
But this town formed my eclectic view
If I didn't have it where would I put my bamboo?
My abscense of curfews
My abscense of nice shoes
This town made me and we make this town!