Good Old Days

When the question is asked " who do you do it for" your name will be mentioned.
When they look at me sideways I will ignore the tension.
I will embrace the happiness as memories come into my head.
From racing go-karts around community cash until the times we jumped in the bed.
When your young life is much easier to understand.
Over looking the small details that made me who i am.
But every now and then I need to go back and re-cap a couple of things.
Edd being gone, mama working hard when I think of it the pain stings.
But if the necessary steps were taken to get me here.
Then i would never take those sleepless nights back when the main noise you heard was daddy cracking open a fresh beer.
So when things get bad always remember better days will come.
It reminds me of when Ninne and great grandma Lelia would sit back and hum.
Moments like that in a lifetime will never be forgotten.
About just about as memorable as when the black folks use to pick cotton.