Pitiful Attempts Part 2

See my city’s pretty,

But the part from where I come is just a little nitty gritty,

Its okay though, im not knockin it, we moved away though

Those streets I once played on seemed to have changed though

Where the kids?  Are they locked up in their homes?  Or are they out hustlin’ tryna make money on the go I just feel cold, I wish I could still be there

But I appreciate the life that was given to me by leavin there

Family, 2 houses on that street and a few on evergreen

Lost in time, lets move back I try and whine

But shes not having it, she just wanted to get away

So we wake up to these manicured houses ever day

I just don’t fit in, with this place I call home

I don’t even remember the old number of my grandparents phone

Atleast my cousins living in one of the houses,

My old house the ladys had a couple of spouses,

I think hes in jail, the house has failed

The curtains from 30 years ago are still hangin like a vail

Stealing condoms and cologne, damn you’re a man that’s grown

And the thing that irritates me is you call that place your home

You ruined it motherfucker, you ruined my pad

Youre in jail and you cant even be a part time dad

And yeah my dad has problems, I admit it he do

But If our mortgage wasn’t so much, we wouldn’t be as screwed

So the lottery he scratches hopin he could keep up

And the money, keeps getting wasted on these tickets and im like what the fuck

I just miss that place so much.

You can take the kid away from the roots

But you can’t take the roots away from the kid

Im cravin mckenzie street man, I wish

We were just ripped away from this beautiful street

It was a battle ive been tryna fight and I keep getting beat

Please, mom can we just move back?

The street has character, I grew up there

Mom that was my childhood this isn’t fair

Now im done acting like a spoiled brat

Just family’s been taken away, I cant deal with that

The house wasn’t that bad mom, we could’ve fixed it up

But youre not tryna hear it, I better shut my  mouth up

I know that neighborhoods for us, it just feels right

Every time we enter, i just hope we might move back

But I know that wont happen, people laughin at me saying “Erika just imagine”

Well ive been imagining since all of us moved away,

I think about that place every single day

Remember the gang house?  We’d climb up that tree

With Derek Jeter soccer balls disturbin the peace

The adventures, I don’t even remember them all

Maybe things woulda been different if grandma didn’t die in the fall.