Friday, July 22, 2011

Change

People often announce that someone has changed with disdain in their voice. Most of the time change is good. Especially if you’ve known someone since the two of you were children. If they didn’t change, there would be a serious problem. A forty-year-old should not have the same mind set as someone in junior high school. Not to mention the cliché but true statement, there can be no progress without change. Obviously if you see a good friend or family member taking a downward spiral, you should address it, but just because they are trying to live their life differently, doesn’t mean that they are doing something wrong. Actually, you should tap them on the shoulder and let them know when you see them making the same mistakes over and over again. Change is usually a healthy and productive part of life. So many people shouldn’t be so eager to stand in the way. You haven’t changed a bit I know I don’t look the same After all these years you’re still nice and fit Yeah, I know my hair looks wild and untame You don’t look a day over twenty two I know I’ve lost my girlish figure My skin is not as soft and smooth My hips a little bigger Do you still hang with Ray? Oh you just left him a few minutes ago Over by the basketball courts Drinking and smoking weed on the low I see you haven’t changed a bit You’re the same guy I dated ten years ago You and all your boys are still tight knit Hovering the block, pants still hanging low What brings me to this neck of the woods? I volunteer at the community center I work with all the young girls Hoping to uplift them as their mentor You still have that sexy smile I’m sure your still have a way with the ladies Charming and charismatic Still fine as Hades How is you mother? Glad to hear she’s doing fine Oh, she’s at the house watching your children Until their mothers pick them up around nine Well I’m off to work now Yeah, I sold out I work for “The Man” now No more street clout I live in the suburbs I hear crickets at night Instead of gunshots and sirens No late night drunken fights It was good seeing you You haven’t changed a bit I know I’m not the same And I’m just fine with it

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