remember your past

so whats a kid supposed to do
growing up in the hood
the jungle
the woods
grab a can a paint
and express  your self
thats what I did
while home life goes to hell
the beatings the yells
stay out all night and express yourself
drink and swear
living life with no care
because nobody cared
my friends were more family to me
then my family will ever be
at least they kinda liked me
never hit me
rarely dissed me
my friends were my family
but then you drift away
and life brings more pain
more miles apart
and less telephone rings
and you sit there and look back at your life
missing those times
hidden falls at night time
Mississippi river beer drinking time
living the life time
fuck what happened to mine