childhood taxman

fuck it ima have to raise myself up i came from the California mix of rare mudds my parents were gold butt we were both bronze born mutts just me n my brother from the San Bernardino slums stayed with the fam in Fontana across from the tiki huts a lil house in the watermelon bluffs foothill and date the grand folks got my homeviedos looking like it was rated NA between grannys school n homeplate the family's would take us to Grazianos after the ball games lrge coke on ice wit benadryl pizza playing mk the midway games all of a sudden wake up the next day. the family played on the silver bullets this mind haze got my engine brewing me n my lil brother were really going thru it. yet out of the dark I never even new it brother however is probably ruined. from Randal pepper to San Bernardino little leage daisybuck rifle popin off BBs at the loosing teams at the field of dreams. then life hits like lightning flash all to slow then all to fast forward to next city of murda valley bullies get beat up within the walls of sunnymead interracial wars between whites browns and colored peeps. full on riots with full on police brutalitys and random casualtys that won't be remembered as worth battling.