…..trying to wake up, but I’m so drowsy, it’s like I never knew what woke is, but I ain’t sleep cause I’m turning like spokes is, even though I got no kids, I know what nope is, I remember running and sliding in my pro-keds, eating lemon-heads, I know what dipping bread in syrup is, waking up every morning with no cares, next to my teddy bears, smell the fresh air, in the next room mom and dad is there; my brother Drew plays his music loud, he slides across the floor like he’s James Brown, he laughs cause I’m in my tidy whities, talking bout I look like Stymie, my mom yells for him to leave me alone, and tells him you’d think he was your clone, I see you don’t remember your little block head, only difference you was a little red. I hear her tell my father to pass her her wig, like she was going to a new gig, but we just having a cookout, family will be over, you can count your three leaf clovers, and aunt Maybell will be handing out leaflets of Jehovah, not to mention her fowl mouth kids, but in school they smart as a wiz. Cusin kev will be over, they call us lil Seymour and big Percy, every since that movie came out, my real name I doubt, makes me feel like I got clout. Can’t let life eat away at what made me happy, but it behoves me to do what Spike said do at the end of his movie. WAKE UP!!