Holler
If it were not for a song
Midnight train to Georgia
Little child runnin' wild
Fellows mellow hanging
Holler holler!
Ketchup sandwiches
Home alone
Aah Dem days
Mommy's home!
Pity pat chit chat
Who's the leader?
Trouble maker all
this trouble who's to
Save ya right tonight
Ya goin' home.
Dodge ball in the hall
Somebody hit ya hit
'em harder.
No more father.
Rip that change
Nothing was ever the
Same again.
Time passes and he's
Farther away.
Holler! Movin' stride
Against the tide.
Holler. HOLLER!
For all the good times
And good byes
Little child runnin' wild.
Way back there brothers
And sisters cousins
Up stairs and down stairs
And NEW YEARS EVE
party years
Loudness never quiet
Hallway mallee last tag
1 2 3 get off my father's
Apple tree!
Time passes. A cake walk.
You ain't my mother!
You ain't my father!
Don't tell me what to do!
Little child.
You GOT YA SELF.
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2017
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