Done

There are some hip hop themes. It reflects a speaker's life in southern California.

Didn't want to father where suns had been fatherless
Heartless where my mother's vodka was
didn't want to bang the drum of a broken glassed thug
but I did

working a street corner
gas station
ripping the sign off
for my cousins wall
inking my letters over somebody elses

Pulling my socks up
to a softball chant
I hit the damn thing
over and over

But I still miss
climbin my fence line