Friday, August 27, 2010

To Her...To Summertime

Enough with the depressed shit it’s time to live my life 
Something bout the summer just makes you feel right 
Went through some shit all year that had my mind trippin 
Well really just this 1 female, bottom line she said no so now it’s time to get back to livin
Nothing better than that sunshine hittin ya face after sleepin in 
Feels like each and every day brings a new begin 
Can't believe I spent so damn long trying to get her this year 
You would think I wud have got the point after hearin so many times she don’t care 
Reading her mind is too much of a task, lately even for her own girls 
So ima just smile and let life do what it wants, seems like I’ve bin missin out on the world
Lookin out the window I see the start of a great day 
Who knows what today may bring, whatever it is ill let it happen as it may 
Now before I go on let me say this poem aint written to diss nobody 
Just feel like I had to let all the lasting feelings leak through my pen so I can get back to being somebody 
This 1 is bout you no need to hide it 
But everything is good lol best believe I’m wearin a smile aint nobody cryin 
So back to this summer thing, it’s comin just in time 
Finally cleared my mind...gotta love the summertime 
Something bout those days spent chillin on the porch wit ya boys 
And late nights hittin those house parties till the cops come complaining about the noise
That BBQ at the park that the whole hood comes out to 
That look of nothing else matters on everyone’s face 
Little kids running around finally out of school getting to make their own choice 
The smell of the grill as that 1 uncle pushes you to the side tellin you bout the old times 
Just that simple long ass hug from ya grandma that frees ya mind 
Chillin at the pool playin gator 30 niggas deep 
So care free you forget the day of the week 
That random ass trip to Kennywood that everyone says it aint nuttin big 
But keep it real, summer in da Burgh just aint summer without hittin KWood 
That summer crush that we all seem to get 
Be that same person we said we would never get with 
So I don’t know bout you but I’m good and ready for this summer 
Sorry facebook but I think you might have already read my last depressed letter

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