Gas line on
Parallel with the pipe
Busy in the kitchen
Food not gon make itself
Breeze on my neck
Clouds in the sky
Feelin a lil bit like 4th of July

No flags on this house
The whole neighborhood is decorated
The older we get get
The more I miss
Kirkwood parades & fireworks
Cooks outs at the pool & pruned feet

I can still remember
How my skin would sizzle
When the sparklers popped
It wasn't that hot
Sticky hands from watermelon
Couldn't escape the flies
Feels a bit like the 4th of July

Sulfur explodes in the sky
And in the neighbors drive
The smell is overwhelming
As we walk through the smokey streets
"It looks like war" she said
Let freedom ring