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neighborhood walk - wax lyrics

[intro]
i’m from a small suburban town in maryland, i recently went back to visit my family and took a walk around the old neighborhood and wrote this

[verse]
i was visiting my dad in the state of md
we’re sittin’ on the couch watching amc
he’s still at the house in which he raised me
still spends most of his time watching tv
an old western or a musical with fred astaire
every commercial they’re talkin’ about medicare
jj from good times is the spokesman
i wonder how much cash it took
for them to coax him into doin’ it
times change, people age
both in real life and on the airwaves
i got up off the couch, walked out the front door
my old neighborhood i had an urge to explore
up the driveway to the cul de sac
took a look around and it all came back
nostalgia ran through me and it tickled my soul
took a deep breath and embarked on a stroll
a long time resident sees me and waves
from his driveway, i remember the day it was paved
the asphalt is cracking at a similar rate
and in a similar design as the lines on his face
he said his wife had passed and he asked me to pardon him
for the unkempt state that his yard was in
see, he kept the grass cut be she had done the gardenin’
the large amount of weeds told the story of how hard it’s been
“t was nice talkin’
to you,” i told him then i kept on walkin’
the next house down was very familiar
a memory played in my brain with an old movie filter
a scene of when my childhood friend lived there
i see the old couch, the old tables and chair
i see my friend as a child, his mother and his siblings
a family from the past that once really existed
if i had dreamt it all it wouldn’t be much different
i pass by several houses in a row
each one reminds me of a person i know
the rental property where they just let the weeds grow
is like my homie matt who kinda let himself go
shutters, shingles, siding and bricks
some are like new, some really need to be fixed
normal wear and tear as a house gets older
that squeaky sliding door kinda reminds me of my shoulder
a teenage kid drives by way too fast
rebellious music of his generation on blast
very reminiscent of myself of the past
the drums are more trappy but the rap’s just as crass
miles after miles my childhood is embedded in everything that i pass
the green street signs may be startin’ to rust
but the grass is the same shade of green, it’s lush
it compliments the yellow on the passing school bus
as it slows down out the red stop sign juts
and the door of the bus is like my tear ducts
my eyes water up and out the kids jump
each hit the street as the tears hit my cheeks
i can’t explain why it makes me cry, i’m just weak
the sun starts droppin’, the sky gets less bright
the streetlights all start to light
pretty soon i’ll be in the streetlight stage of my life
where i start headin’ home and day turns to night
i won’t be around but this neighborhood might
along with this song i was able to write
that walk built me up quite a healthy appetite
i’m so lucky i get to have dinner with my dad tonight

- wax lyrics

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