Seventh Grade

remembering childhood

It was a day in seventh grade
Where my motivation died, and my mind would fade
I took one look in the mirror, and decided I'd never seen this clear
My eyes were red and my attention slow,
Fucked up, with no where else to go
Skateboarding and smokin squares
Moms bitchin at me but I don't care

Just me and the goose in the parking lot
Telling jokes and smokin pot
Went to school everyday
Never was the one that made the grades
But I made friends and had some times
Lost control and ran out of rhymes.
And I feel so different
But I find myself so content


Angry but compassionate was the was I was
Now im a little slow a little hooked on drugs
Still listening to the same bands
Still got tattoos on both my hands
Still get drunk and love to fight
Still stay up and fuck all night

They were the days that we raised each other
Listened to our friends and not our mothers
Cursing, Drinking, having a party
Comin home the next morning, half retarded