Where I come From

I come from close bonds between neightbors,
down a road where everyone knows everyone.


I come from hanging around in the front yard playing under the trees,
going from house to house gathering together a group of friends.
I come from blocked off roads for block parties on the weekends,
where everyones grilling or chillin' on the curb. The kids on bouncy castles or roller blading carelessly.
I come from cool nights with friends catching lightning bugs across the lawn.
I come from hide-and-seek behind detachted garages and a backyard fort.
I come from picking 'poisonous' berries like we were on a dangerous Safari adventure,
or painting our tree purple with smoke grenades.
I come from dancing to old music in the sun.


I come from good friends.
I come from a freat family.