Westwood kidzzzzzzz

Looking back,
I got something to say.
(Verse)
Looking back I got something to say,
Let me speak about the hood in which I was raised.
Westwood wish I could re-live them days,
Good times man they all slipped away. 
Looking back on them Westwood kids,
Some didn’t make it, but most of us did.
Now we’re living different lives, took different paths, 
But one thing’s in common, we all shared the same shitty past.
Everyone said we lived in cardboard city, 
A project they said was like graffiti on the city.
They tore it down and kicked us all out. 
The eyesore of the city is a dusty field now.
I get depressed when I drive by
Thinking about them old days, looking at the streets where we used to play. 
Nothing but a ghost town now, 
it’s fucked up ain’t it? How it all went down.
So much drama going on out here 
Take me back to a familiar atmosphere.
Kids in the street, twenty of us in a ball game. 
Summer nights were endless every night until the fall came.
Riding second hand bikes from the top of snake hill.
Some of the shit we did man we could’ve got killed. 
I’m grown up now, thinking of all the shit we did,
Living in the ghetto as a Westwood kid. 
(Chorus)
Looking back at these Westwood kids, 
Thinking about all the shit that we did.
The world we lived in is nothing like today. 
Got me reminiscing about the good ole days.
I’d give anything for one more trip down snake hill, on my bike just to see how it feels, to be real once again like we did, growing up as a Westwood kid. 
(Scratch)
Westwood gardens 
(Scratch)
Take me back to the gardens 
(Break)
(Verse)
I always prayed to myself that my momma wouldn’t bitch again.
She could tell by the sand and the smell, I been playing in that ditch again. But oh well, it seems we never listen to that lecture that it seems she always gave us in that tiny little kitchen. 
And where were all the daddy’s that we didn’t really know?
Chris had one, Kenny b and Tammy wheat had one. 
But the rest of us could care less about that ho. 
Memories are coming back now ain’t it? 
Remember when it started raining,
We’d stop the drains up so we could have some entertainment. 
Flood the streets, and park the cars in the yard to protect them leather seats. 
Rest in peace to Danny Mac cloud
Those fifty cent burgers, quarter cokes, put it on a bill, really helped us Westwood kids out. 
Cause some of us would have done without…..
And that’s real
(Chorus)

Looking back at these Westwood kids, 
Thinking about all the shit that we did.
The world we lived in is nothing like today. 
Got me reminiscing about the good ole days.
I’d give anything for one more trip down snake hill, on my bike just to see how it feels, to be real once again like we did, growing up as a Westwood kid. 
Westwood gardens 

Take me back to the gardens 


What’s up 
Tony McCoy, Chris Owens, Paul Childress, you to misty !

And what’s up to all the rest of Westwood kids…. Peace. 
(End)

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