It hit waves
And sometimes it don’t
Just seeing how the water moves
Reminds me of my life
It has a lot of ups and downs
But still trying to push pass the rough parts
The way that I feel when I’m on a boat is a lot of mixed emotions
It’s the best time to think
Think about life its self
My life is a boat
SCOTT, Michael (2008) Water Crown.
Cabrini Green
Home of the low class
As the rich will say
But not really
Family and Friends
Is something you will find there
Going through the good times and the bad
Standing in the rain
All on the news that it will be gone
What will people do?
How will they take it?
Got to move from there
But that’s where people were born
Standing in that puddle of rain
But it’s from my tears
Drip…Drip…Drip
That’s what you will see
It’s falling from my face
My cheeks are burning
From the tears that are coming down
Hitting the ground so hard
Standing there just wondering
What will be here on the ground that I had walked on
The place I laid my head at
The stairs I walked down
The place I ate from
All these memories
Running through my head
Shhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
About the time we always played in the rain
In front of the building
Young we were
we didn’t understand
Older we got
we misunderstood
As the rain washes away my building
Slowly everything is an empty field
How do I feel?
Drip…Drip…Drip
But I still hold on to the memories
Shhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
{Listen}
Drip…Drip…Drip