the feel of the board underneath my shoes
feels like a hug from a friend in the past
fun times skating in the streets that you choose
doing 360's and sometimes falling on my ass
kick kick kick coast
goes the sound of my ride
as we go with the flow
of the day into the night
meeting up with buds
who have boards of their own
tailgrinding railings
and tagging our home
we dress like we feel
with baggy clothes and punked out shirts
skating is to us all that's real
because we control when we get hurt
like surfing the streets on
a small piece of heaven
this skateboard of mine
is all that holds me togetha.....(sometimes)
i may not be pro
but i'll still ride my wood
and wherever i go
im spreading skater good
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