When
I say it out loud
It
sounds a lot worse
Like
I might have been in danger
Preaching
the word
On
the mean streets
Of
San Bernardino
But
I tried
To
keep my distance
Or I just got lucky
There
was the time
We
heard those gunshots
And
peeped out the window
To
see the gang bangers
Jumping
up and firing randomly
At
the apartment complex
Across
the school yard
We
went back to bed
Hoping
and praying
They
wouldn’t come our way
Remember
when
I
told you about that kid
The
one across the street
Who
was trying
To break a windshield
By
bashing it
With his forehead
Repeatedly
Or
the big guy by the Subway
Walking
around
With
a baseball bat
Yelling
at the cars
And
clobbering telephone poles
And
post office boxes
And
fire hydrants
Screaming
all along
So
caught up in his world
He
barely noticed us
Though
he feinted our way
Just
a few times
My
favorites was that one night
When
I woke up
To
spotlights in my window
All
I could think of
Was
“Close Encounters”
And
I was sure they were coming for me
It
was just a police helicopter
Looking
for someone
On
the run
From
the law
But
it wasn’t me, Ma
I
was just watching
Seeing
the crazy
From
a good distance
It
never really hit home
And
it never seemed all that bad
But
I know if you knew
You’d
have been upset
So
I’ve let the years come
And
soften the blow
So
you can read it now
And
roll your eyes
Catch
your breath a little
Thank
God I made it home
Maybe
get mad I never mentioned it
And
there’s more to tell
But
I think
We
might need
A few more years
Because
some stories
Need
to be told
All on their own
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