As a kid I was so free
I’d find a stick and beat the bark off of a tree
Repeatedly until my hands were numb
Or the stick would break making rhythm without a drum
To let my brothers and friends know that it was time to battle and bike
Each armed with bottle rockets and a ‘U’ shaped pipe
Seven deep in the street
Six BMXes, but I had the banana seat
Off to battle older kids with 10 speeds
Trash can shield strapped to my back mouth full of sunflower seeds
Then my chain popped
Steering control was lost
And a pedal crashed into my shin
So I limped to the side of the road yet managed a grin
And a thumbs up to my homies
I quickly put the chain back on and caught up with the Tonys
A split second before a loud whistle I felt a Bottle rocket
Buzz inches by my eye socket
Lit the incense and clipped it to my handlebar
Aimed two rockets at our enemies and yelled - Charge!!!