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Sometimes the weather takes me back to the days of crazy summers With Aunt Blanche telling me to run and play the numbers I'm tryna make it to the park to satisfy your hunger For the DJ cutting up "Let's Dance" or "Funky Drummer" Those gorilla sized speakers was taller than five feet husk The roof by the basketball courts that's where my seat was When power lines were full of pigeons or fly sneakers That died a miserable death hanging high in the heat but I wouldn't change a thing if I could What made me is everything: the bad, the ugly, the good It's understood that South Philly was a marvel I'd never be one to argue The cracks in the pavement, front steps made of marble The smell of Pine-Sol, my grandmother kept em clean y'all The vestibules a section of floor beyond the screen door Runners over the shag carpet I'm not feeling Wood paneling on the walls up to the drop ceiling All the furniture draped in thick transparent layers of vinyl All the chairs, the sofa, the record player kept Mahalia spinning Minnie be grinning knowing I done spent a day of penny pinching and sinning See her in the kitchen cooking fish or chicken depending on what day it is If I'm staying there then yeah, that's just the way it is If she say it is. In Minnie crib the time froze After sundown you keep the curtains and the blinds closed Watch how far back the La-Z-Boy recline goes Peppermints in the lazy susan, nevermind those TV on weather and not somebody watching it The floor model was broke, portable on top of it The last bastion of hope, to document the era Was Kodacolor imagery and memories put together Throw the keys down to Keisha, told her slide up Box full of her possessions said "This side up" Last night her baby father came home highed up Type talkin bout the way his money all tied up Shades covering her eyes. What? We gon ride, yup Homie in for a surprise, I done went from when we played Half-ball, stick-ball, dodge-ball, and kick-ball From ten in the morning 'til somebody got pissed off Hollering 'bout "Ight it's over, I ain't fuckin' with y'all" Fiends on the corner always preparing for lift off Grown people used to get dressed to come and sit cross- Legged on their relatives steps We all chips off the block, the sips off the pop We passed 'round like hit from a spliff, you take two and pass it down Herd immunity, the definition of community The only neighbor that never knocked is opportunity Them old heads be shooting craps and dropping jewelry In high tops sneakers and slacks But it's a eulogy twice a month, cocaine prices up People get their wigs peeled shaking them dices up I heard there's some weak brothers claiming they nice as us When it's time for a show of force the price is what? Innocence is lost over crime we was all before our primes Some was married to the game then divorced it over time Faded pictures in the frame helped to form a frame of mind Into a train of thought capabale of stopping on a dime
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