Laces woven barley holdin that stitch The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit Where the leather he used to pound his fists To some its just a mitt, but see that glove was him Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner After practice we listen to the Ms in the kitchen And if mom wasnt trippin come on dad please I swear just one more inning Voice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread its grand salami time My oh My another victory yes, my city my city. Childhood my life watchin Griffey right under those lights Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, cant stop now Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field Make history in between the base path And compete against the fear that is in me thats my only barrier and I swear Im going to break that From the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back I dont really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin some where off in the drawer This is what you make of it yeah we play to win Live it like were under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in, Right until he waves us in Its my city my city childhood my life thats right right under those lights My city my city childhood thats right Niehaus My oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life thats right under those lights Its my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 09:34:19 +0000
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