Hitting all day in those Wiffle ball games/
Never went inside till that dinner call/
Impersonate Mad Dog, pretended to be the Big Unit/
Student of the game, and that's way before I did music/
"One last hit Mom, im coming in after:/
Imagine grad slam trots hitting crab apples/
Ran inside to hear my brother's laughter/
After school cartoons with Arthur and Buster Baxter/
I swear gold fish are fit for a king/
Fruit snacks are still my favorite cuisine/
Tune in 720 WGN/
Listen to Pat and Ron till I could asleep/
Played outside to the end of the fall
And when it got too cold we would play in the halls/
Spent afternoons playing Backyard Sports/
So if Pablo ain't your first pick, get back on home/
What's shaking bacon? time pa**ed/
A couple championships trophies on the shelf just for that/
Now it's me and Eddie P,, calling up Coach Baz/
Talking plans, strategies to battle Falcon and St. cats/
That's when Mackulak went and showed me the game/
Who woulda thought this is what is what it became?/
Dad hated it, but said do whatcha gotta do/
Drop a few lines then we'd cypher in the locker room/
Life was perfect, till we got the news/
Healing was something only God could do/
So when my homie started to miss those ninth hours/
I fell back to my bible, cried, listened to HiiiPower/
I'll never forget that last visit/
The last minute I saw your smile/
The image is still vivid/
Livid with God, thought the pain was without limit/
How could you ever put to rest such a kind and loving spirit?/
We were the innocents, Johnny Immortals/
Didn't notice our focus just really wasn't important/
I was broken inside, horrified, tortured/
So I took a couple Lorcets and it all went back to normal.../
Wait.../