1996
1996 when any music styles created became instant hits
To much R&B, rock, rap and any other genre that fits
I remember waking up early, to see my mom say hay hun
Well, she thought that but truth was I was waiting on sailer moon and pokemon
Walking to the bust stop is in good memory like yesterday
Jump the fence then take the cut and hide out until the bus rode away
I still can smell the summers I shared with my loyal crew
Entire days of hide n’ seek, manhunt, freeztag, and any other thing we wanted to do
Once I argued with my brother because he had taken my favorite color
Not just any color, but this was the green ranger, and he could’ve chose in any other
We settled this the way all things were handle back then
Paper, rock, scissors, any many mighty mo best 2 out 3, and over and over again
That contest weren’t based off skill or talent within, but somehow we thought the winners
were the real men
I won the contest of men and then we would begin, every neighborhood kid chose a fictional
character to be
After selections were made the battle royal start and quickly in and in catastrophe
Johny Twisted his ankle, jasmine was cut with a roof shingle, and then there was I
Thoughts of Ohh man I’m the greatest power ranger ever before my mother would use her
belt to make me cry
Im whipping you out of love she would say
I would think I love you to so is it possible we could turn this in my favor the other way
Then the days would fade
And rest for another day 1996 chaos in craze,
Just like yesterday, yep those were the days
Copyright © James Faulkner | Year Posted 2008
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