Good Ole Days

We used to play outside


Till the street lights came on

Walked home from school together

The old folks taught us

Watched out for you

When your parents were at work

Grandparents helping out your parents

Fathers being more than just a pay check

And only showing up once or twice a year

Mothers would rather stay at home

Than club hop

We had respect for life

Less baby momma’s

And more wives

Less deadbeats

More real men

Less guns

If we had to take it to that level

It was a scrap in the streets

The point is win or lose

You walked away

Fair ones they called them

I wish we could relive those days

But as bad as times are now

We will one day look back on these times

As the good ole days



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