Random thoughts on growing up feral in Queens…
We were just a bunch of kids hanging out in 10 park
Everyday we’d hang out till well after dark
All kinds of drugs could be had on any day
If you had no cash, no prob, when you could, you’d pay
We avoided needles, but if it got you high, why not
My friends and I would give nearly anything a shot
Ah, We was Young ~ Stupid ~ and ~ Fearless ~ In the Seventies…
My buddies and I was the real wild bunch
Post Hippie Hitters, ready to throw down on a hunch
Junior High memories of bye-gone days
All clouded by a post drug induced haze
The bus to Rockaway Playland ~ the rides and the shore
Always on the lookout for bad girls and more
Yah, We was Young ~ Stupid ~ and ~ Fearless ~ In the seventies…
Two or three generations ~ Sold a bill…
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