"The Hill"

When I was young my mom would tell me stories about the "Hill"
How they would have so much fun and @ times all four houses would chill
I love hearing stories about things back in the days
Lord knows knows in twenty ten everybody has different ways
I often tell my grandparents their too nice, and they let too much slide
They just shake drama off; I can't many times I've tried
They tell me positive things, their words are like music to my ears
I've heard them say we've been dealing with folk for years
It's funny to me how neighbors talk behind your back
Then smile in your face like everything is in tack
Boy Oh Boy, "The Hill" is much different then it us to be
If my mom was here I know she would defiantly agree
One person Not even a local on the hill
And still steer up trouble, "Chick" you got skills
Lord I pray you take me off this "hill"
I can't take this too much longer, "but"....
I remember everything my grandparents have instill
Liars, Two-Faced Gossipers, An insecure group
Lord we need a double fence, so they all can stay in their lil loupe
Till God Bless me with the opportunity to leave, I have to stay and deal
I just Pray for strength while I reside on "The Hill"

TB