Sometimes I question what it is or means to be an AMERICAN
Then I find myself somewhere in PARIDISE sk8ing a killer bowl of my CHOICE
When I want how I want
Dressed in attitude
Adorned with dead skulls and crosses with Jesus nailed to them
Talking crap and taking no CRAP
The music and art of my subculture in the background
I toss and turn in my AMERICAN dream
And as I look down on PARIDISE tightly grabbing my rail sailing the AMERICAN sky’s
TOTALLY clear of all that troubles ME
TOTALLY HAPPY
TOTALLY LUCKY
TOTALLY FREE
ALL my questions are answered
It becomes very clear to me what it is or means to be an AMERICAN
If only at least just for that moment
**A poem by: Jeff (JT) Tatum , July 4th 2010
