The sound of crickets and the dark always bring me peace
Makes me think of summer nights in Stockton dancing on sesame street
That’s what we called it cause there were hella kids
Something like family, way more than friends
On the fourth of july we’d flood the street
Two claps, right now, we said to the beat
Then dropped it low and hopped right back on our feet
People all around you but not caring bout the heat
Cause all we had to do was live our lives and breathe
We used to skip around the corners trying to make it while we screamed
Cause there was a man in a white van selling dollars worth of cream
We begged our parents for the money while the driver sat and beeped
Like are you gonna buy or not, if not i’m about to leave
They told us they ain’t have it, maybe next time, we will see
Ran back in despair while our neighbors smiled and beamed
One of their parents saw the sadness on our faces, we were vexed
They went inside their pockets, solved the problem, we were blessed.
The summer days went faster than our youth
And now we reminisce on the times we used to choose
Joy over sorrow and smiles over tears
But I’ll always be a kid at heart, no matter the years
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