The Og Blues

I’ve all but stopped trying to keep up with changes,

That keep coming at me each day,

Cause there’s no use denying nothing rearranges,

Me and my old school way.

A new set of surprises each day the sun rises,

That once were a blessing to me,

Have since lost their sheen as I hold to routine,

As the way I want my life to be.

And the kids on the street with their grocery store feet,

Ain’t givin’ up none of the clues.

They just laugh and they stare at my clothes and my hair,

While I sing em the OG blues.

Now all my old flames have different last names,

And their husbands all make more than me.

And it strikes me as strange that it don’t feel the same,

As it did in my old fantasy.

But tell me when my wet dream turned into a magazine,

Whose pages were tattered and torn,

And the angel in my centerfold is just nineteen years old,

And I was working the year she was born.

And all the girls at the bar they all laugh at my car,

When I ask them if they want to cruise,

And I drive home alone to a two bedroom home

For me and the OG blues.