Ohai St. ' 83

Ohai St. ' 83
I don't know any better than what I see
Like the old time dealers, we wore red rags on the street
The manapua man accepted food stamps for mom's cigggertes,
dried noodles, pork hash, and some bottle rockets.
My first bike was built from spare parts,
no brakes, like life in these parts,
It's hard to stop once you start.
Them corner dudes fidgety again, I think they smell vice.
What a nice thought to think of at 7 years of life.
The cars whiz in and out of our dreary little lane.
That baby is always crying but no one seems to complain.
I'll tell mom i'm going down the street to play,
and if I paddled hard enough I wonder how far could I get today.

......Shit, not even two blocks and my damn chain broke again,
Tomorrow... I'll build a better bike.