Ghetto School Dayz...
Big Molly she did get up early in those
days... You would hear her way before the
garbage man came. Big Molly would let you
sleep late on weekends, but on school days?
Big Molly sure did not play... Get up and
get your clothes on boyz! She would always say...
This here ain't no weekend, this here is a
school day. You could hear Big Molly as she
went down the stairs, with each footstep
the staircase would shake... To the kitchen
she quickly went, there she would cook our
breakfast and make us each a choke sandwich for lunch.
Then once Big Molly made that final call, you had better
be out that door and on your way to school... "Se yall Boyz
later!" with that the door would close and Big Molly would
fall back to sleep in the kitchen chair.
Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor
Copyright ©2003 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor
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