Being A Philly Native

 I was born in the 80’s baby and grew up in the 90’s era before trap. The neighborhood I grew up in was pretty safe now that I look back. I could of been in a worse place. My momma made me go to church where I remember of “I once was blind but now I see.”  I miss my home town but I moved away cause I was seeking more space. I stayed in Mt. Airy and often visited my grandmother in West Philadelphia which was considered one of the more rough side of the city. Van Gogh murals on the wall covered things that weren’t too pretty. I became acquainted with the neighborhood kids on the block playing Jax and my fumble attempts of skating trying not to fall on my back. I remember playing ring and run door bell games, and jumping Double Dutch. I remember staring at suspect strolling in the neighborhood that may of not been one of us. I had my fair share of quarrels, games, and truth or dare. Those were the simpler times, when you would go outside and get fresh air. The privileges of PlayStations and iPhones has Millenias in a trance I swear. Often when I travel when people discover I am from Philadelphia, they tend to bust out with the “In West Philadelphia” theme song from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Though Philly unlike other cities has a charm that is unmatched. Philadelphia is a foodie scene like Pats Steaks and Ginos where you can get cheesesteaks that are packed. Places like Penns Landing, Delaware Ave Clubs, City Hall, and Liberty Bell. Philadelphia is the first place where I seen live concerts and boy bands. Yes, I’ve been to plenty sport games and a 76ers and Eagles fan. Philadelphia’s also a Jazz and Soul R&B city where I love to hear my jams. Though what I’ve noticed from other places unlike anywhere else is Philadelphians are ‘real’ people unlike nothing else.