They moved in and things haven’t been the same
with their petty little weekend raver's game…
Bass pounding at the witching hours
those dancing little raver flowers…
The cars parked all up and down the street..
and at their house is where they all meet..
The music you can hear for blocks
and they all think that jungle beat rocks..
Dancing till the early morning dawn
with the people passed out in the lawn..
The house that is known as the drug flow
and those kids dancing with the sticks that glow..
The music that rattles my brain in it’s case
the music that always invades my space..
Those damn kids, where do they get it from?
but when I was there age I was trying to get some..
I wasn’t taking X and sleeping all day
I had my own little plan of the clean way…
I wanted to be on the football team
and not deal with some drug induced dream..
I spent all my childhood time respectfully…
and didn’t have my world revolve around weed and E..

09/05/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this from the viewpoint of the older next door types who have to deal with a raver partyhouse... well..other than calling the cops... lol

Posted on 09/05/2003
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