Take me back, back to somewhere simpler, where the streets are barren and the roads are better.
Where the kids hung out based on vivid imagination, never not based around your reputation.
A time country folks understood the pressure, never not having to explain whoever.
Whenever home with open arms she recieved me, my mama. Often, weekly what ever happened to my papa.
Ain't no tick or tock, ain't no turning back the clock. The past is on lock and my future is set, a man of time, is who I am about to met.
