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My 1970's-Chicago
Watched movies at UA, Oriental and McVickers
the rats lived on crumbs from my snickers
Films about pimps, drug dealers and a Black private dick
they drove caddy's, wore furs, leathers and talked slick
Back in real world was "Nam", Watergate and Nixion's dirty tricks
and 2 World Championships for the Knicks
Apollo 13 never landed on the moon
and NASA killed the project way too soon
Drank Boone's Farm and Ripple
Watched Roberto Clemente who rarely hit a triple
Bought stacked heel from Flagg Brothers
Shopped Chess King, Oak Tree and others
Collected 45's and Lp's
by Smokey, The Temptations and The Three Degrees
Ate Big Macs and Whoppers
macked on the ladies about my propers
To High School was always tardy
Too busy daydreaming about the next black light party
In '74 I became a Poet
but, it took years for me to know it
With Cheryl D. I didn't need a Chevy van
or a Bar Mitzvah to become a man
Raced my '69 "El Dog" on Lake Shore Drive
Man I'm glad I am still alive
Gone are my dashiki, granny glasses and love beads
and the album covers used to separate my grass seeds
No longer need a pic or Afro Sheen
I'm bald now and I shave my head clean
Nowadays I watch Bounce and Antennae tv
and reminisce about the old me
the rats lived on crumbs from my snickers
Films about pimps, drug dealers and a Black private dick
they drove caddy's, wore furs, leathers and talked slick
Back in real world was "Nam", Watergate and Nixion's dirty tricks
and 2 World Championships for the Knicks
Apollo 13 never landed on the moon
and NASA killed the project way too soon
Drank Boone's Farm and Ripple
Watched Roberto Clemente who rarely hit a triple
Bought stacked heel from Flagg Brothers
Shopped Chess King, Oak Tree and others
Collected 45's and Lp's
by Smokey, The Temptations and The Three Degrees
Ate Big Macs and Whoppers
macked on the ladies about my propers
To High School was always tardy
Too busy daydreaming about the next black light party
In '74 I became a Poet
but, it took years for me to know it
With Cheryl D. I didn't need a Chevy van
or a Bar Mitzvah to become a man
Raced my '69 "El Dog" on Lake Shore Drive
Man I'm glad I am still alive
Gone are my dashiki, granny glasses and love beads
and the album covers used to separate my grass seeds
No longer need a pic or Afro Sheen
I'm bald now and I shave my head clean
Nowadays I watch Bounce and Antennae tv
and reminisce about the old me
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