2 my boyz

So I got an email from my boys say they weren’t feelin the lovin... Spend ten years knowing them but my sites not showin… Did I forget the days we ran from fishers mill… Talking late nights about girls and what was real… Did I forget my heritage or forget my past… Did all this sun burn my brain and put it last… Did I forget the parties and the fights… did I forget not taking a bath for 7 nights… how about taking the neighborhood lights… marking my back and the next day jumping out of our flight… Aw nah, of coure I didn’t… I’m still as dirty and there’s no forgettin it… I don’t mind saying I cut down trees… it was with a hatchet when tequila wuz my disease… That I miss the days we broke stuff for fun… and when people started stepping we took em down by the ton… Mike we ran double digits more then once… during high school did you ever pay for lunch… now your married and thinking of moving… are you going to Africa or is China where you cruzin… I’ll see you when you least expect it… keep the doors locked I don’t want to walk in when your getting pregnant… my kid better not have read hair… 8000 miles nothing, your butt will be blistered bare… Khris its been too long… I saw you in Dallas now we’re singing the same song… kid on the way starting to feel real… bought a wooden rocking camel just to get the feel… talking about moving with a friend of mine… how many times did we fill you rider truck, I think it was nine… You running Austin now and inspiring me still… wish I could do 26 in Texas but I have to stay here for my thrill… It’s the pain of living here, the only thing with a sting… you know if it was a car drive away you’d here my bells ring… I can’t forget Dave the original traveling man… took off to Colorado, laughed when I asked to see his plan… said he doesn’t need one, he’s smart enough to exist… just another life experience he didn’t want to miss… Now he’s got a real job being a smart man… next thing he’ll own the mountain and surrounding land … Joe emailed me with an update, I do miss that soul … I guess this will be the last time I can call him troll… grown ass man that he’s become it’s hard to call him that… Wife, kid, commission he’s living phat… So forgive my lack of phone calls, the time difference is jacked… I end my day and yours is just getting on track… I’ll never forget you taught me Jesus was cool… and so was wearing second hand clothes we found at school… We all strayed once or thrice… but like the prodigal son we know His love can’t be cut with a knife… even if we tried every trick to see what we could prove… the foundation we stand on will never move… So to the grown ass men and prodigal sons you’ll always be my boys… forgive my lack of shout outs and the quiet in my noise… I’ll see you this summer, I hope we remember it the next day… Remember Mike, we still love you even if you’re gay.