CaseyJones
09-20-07, 12:06 AM
Sorry about the paragraph form i wont write like this in the future. Not really happy with how this turned out, but i feel it has some good lines.
A Tree Grows in Boston
And ive got just what I need
I don’t bother with these stems and seeds
A Tree Grows in Boston
And you that it’s the truth
That ill never forget my roots
A Tree Grows in Boston
JP to be exact/ for a trip ill take you back/ born by the banks/ where the river flows/ and the sycamores grow/plus the sky glows/ when the sunsets/ but not yet/ its just the start of the day/ mom and dad planted seeds back in 86/so now its 87 and they call me Nick/ Febraury 1-5 was the date/ then I learned my first words back in 88/ by 89 I could walk and talk fine/ started school and tried to color in straight lines/ but **** that even though Id hate it/ Id graduate it on time/ Born in 87 so now its 98 and im 11/ Dad packed up and left/ house became a mess/ mom had to save every penny/we didn’t have many/ but we had enough to pass/ enough for us to last/ through the months and years/ had peers in every group/ never fit in to tell the truth/ Grandparents kept me rooted/ Suited to be in this family tree/ my foundation no hesitation when I recall/
Chorus
They say an acorn doesn’t fall from the tree/ but not for me/
im just a rebel flower child/ crack a smile/ as I sit and reminisce/
about my younger years and my first kiss/ and my first rhymes/ and my first time/ had some teenage angst/ got to give thanks/Just a tree that grew tall and strong/ trying to get a long/ with the body of mick jagger/ plus I got his swagger too/ long hair thin frame/ don’t care attitude/ don’t care that its rude/ when I express myself/ and I need all the help/ I can get/ dedicated to the people ill never forgetLong hair spirit of 67’/ and im coming from the 617/ to get to heaven sometimes you go through hell/ but its just as well/ cause now im moving at my own pace/ because a weed is just a flower growing in the wrong place/ and in my own face/ new wrinkles and lines/ 20 years of time flashing before my eyes/
A Tree Grows in Boston
And ive got just what I need
I don’t bother with these stems and seeds
A Tree Grows in Boston
And you that it’s the truth
That ill never forget my roots
A Tree Grows in Boston
JP to be exact/ for a trip ill take you back/ born by the banks/ where the river flows/ and the sycamores grow/plus the sky glows/ when the sunsets/ but not yet/ its just the start of the day/ mom and dad planted seeds back in 86/so now its 87 and they call me Nick/ Febraury 1-5 was the date/ then I learned my first words back in 88/ by 89 I could walk and talk fine/ started school and tried to color in straight lines/ but **** that even though Id hate it/ Id graduate it on time/ Born in 87 so now its 98 and im 11/ Dad packed up and left/ house became a mess/ mom had to save every penny/we didn’t have many/ but we had enough to pass/ enough for us to last/ through the months and years/ had peers in every group/ never fit in to tell the truth/ Grandparents kept me rooted/ Suited to be in this family tree/ my foundation no hesitation when I recall/
Chorus
They say an acorn doesn’t fall from the tree/ but not for me/
im just a rebel flower child/ crack a smile/ as I sit and reminisce/
about my younger years and my first kiss/ and my first rhymes/ and my first time/ had some teenage angst/ got to give thanks/Just a tree that grew tall and strong/ trying to get a long/ with the body of mick jagger/ plus I got his swagger too/ long hair thin frame/ don’t care attitude/ don’t care that its rude/ when I express myself/ and I need all the help/ I can get/ dedicated to the people ill never forgetLong hair spirit of 67’/ and im coming from the 617/ to get to heaven sometimes you go through hell/ but its just as well/ cause now im moving at my own pace/ because a weed is just a flower growing in the wrong place/ and in my own face/ new wrinkles and lines/ 20 years of time flashing before my eyes/