My Childhood

I grew up in the deep South. It didn't matter the color of your skin No one was disrespectful or ran their mouth. We were friends! We stuck up for one Another, went places together and we Had couth. Heck, going fishing everyone was in. I grew up in the deep South This is the truth On Sundays we all went to the same church For we all had sin. No one was disrespectful or ran their mouth. We all enjoyed our youth It was like we all were kin. I grew up in the deep South If some one was having trouble living Hand to mouth We all gave food or whatever from our hearts We were genuine. No one was disrespectful or ran their mouth. You got this straight from the horse's mouth We were in this together through thick and Thin. I grew up in the deep South No one was disrespectful or ran their mouth.