Nostalgia

Ice cubes for my orange juice and crunch berry bowl
811 Hill St, that’s where I got my soul
James Sr. was Mufasa brewing coffee in the casa
Honeydew and turkey bacon, cheesy eggs with the salsa
Made by my Old Griot, took me to my first practice
Church and my first game cause the young lad was active
Baseballs I kept crackin in the backyard
Hop in the den, Waz hattenin to the men, they were that hard
Cut from a cloth laced with steel, it’s just somethin’ you feel
I used to look him in the eyes and just knew he was real
Xmas lights in a white bungalow fifty deep
I’d give my very last dollar just to see this in my sleep
Race cars, hide and seek and a feast for the tribe
All my kin around me, I close my eyes and feel the vibe.