Remember when we used to sit out back,
laugh about the past
talk about the present,
and think about the future?

Sitting in that tiny shack,
now just thinking that I'm a hack,
wish we could go on back.
Take all the wrongs back.

Not coming back till I'm proud,
So I can say I'm sorry,
in one sum that built interest daily.
Take this ****** up life and live it amazingly,
then all live as neighbors,
and see,
the doors,
that were and are opened to you and me.

I miss you dudes,
especially that ******* Jew.
Not really sure what to do,
missing my homies and old school crew.
Hoping we can kick back and drink,
some brews,
and loose,
ourselves to our memories,
all those former seeds,
of trees that we planted or wanted too.
We only have what's true, and that's true.

Wrote this on a beautiful day,
snow on the ground, 65 degrees, and the sun in the sky.
Never ever be shy,
just go ahead and say it,
"Please dude, just go to the river and strap some lead on your feet,
then admit defeat."
SHEET!