Friday, March 13, 2015

Detention Rap

Kids be sittin' up in juvy,
Thinkin' that everything is groovy,
until they go see the judge and she gives them some bad news.
To cope with the pain they go take a snooze.
Some of them even say they ain't got nothing to lose,
Until they find out that freedom can run out like booze.

At first it's hard, but then the pain starts to recede,
you're thinking that this is going to be your final bad deed,
but it's just the beginning, so you need to start the race,
everything is changed, and it'll never be the same.

You don't know how long you'll get when judge calls your name,
you got thirty days and that seems like a long time,
at least you got juvy school, you're not locked away on the dime.

At school you learn about a blog,
That's been put up for people's words to be cataloged,
Kids write stories, poems, and raps,
then they write a sick line, they look to someone for some daps,
they think they got it goin'
until they remember that they're not flowin'
They're locked up in juvy,
And everything ain't so groovy.

E.A.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

There's nothing like the wind whipping at your clothes, and a soft whooshing against your helmet.  Flying down the highway, banking deep on every corner, the soft roar of the bike.  It's a feeling of freedom, being out at night.  All alone on the road, just you and your motorcycle.  That's what I miss most about that Island.  Just me, my thoughts, and the bike.  Nothing is as amazing.  I remember how I used to climb the mountain by my house on my dirt bike, emerging on a clear hill with a perfect view of the little, unique town.  Not a single person up there.  Surrounded on three sides by gorgeous, lush forest.  The view was so beautiful, the town nestled in the curve of the inlet, the land surrounding a body of water that holds a smallish island.  And on a clear day, the Cascade Mountains completed the picture as a perfect, magnificent background.  Sometimes I'd take my bike to my friend's, and go off dirt jumps the height of a small building, racing him down gravel driveways.  You can't really do all that up here... So yeah, I'm gonna miss that place.

ET - Phone Home