First I'd like to say thanks to Bruce Porter for giving me the inspiration to write these. Thanks bruh
Hopkins, South Carolina is.... where I was born and raised. where the summers are hot and the winters are chilly. where my fam stayed "just down the road" and "right round the corner". where I would run to the store across the street and get cow tails and Twizzlers for the low low. where you walked your homeboy halfway home. where my Pops played softball under the stadium lights. where I went to school. where dem boys from over here was beefing with dem boys of there. where Toccaro had the fastest 10 speed on the road and then the hottest car in the country. where Mikey had the best half court. where Ali introduced us all to sweet taste of swishers. where the dope boys hooped on Sundays like it was summer league. where Mr Woody looked just like my grandfather. where Junior knocked ole boys teeth out with a jail move like it was no thang. where we had rock throwing wars that would rival the Middle Easterners. where Wanda met John and had Damon. where Margaret and Lester loved their only grandson like he was gold. where a Hippo became a Eagle that then became a Diamond. where if you couldn't hoop you learned to talk trash from the sidelines. where the parade was the highlight of April. where you bootleg cable so long that you forgot that you were bootlegging cable. where if you couldn't stand the pollen you'd better stay inside. where the pitbull was the dog of choice and Bootie clipped their ears at the horse stables. where you put your own system in your car and your own tint on your windows. where you better know how to play Spades. where I ran GoldenEye with a iron fist. where you'd get scoop slammed at the park for talking smack. where you knew Odell would sell you a pint on Sunday if he knew you. where you had your first drink of liquor my getting the corner outta your grandma's gin bottle. where you had your first kiss. where you had your first child. where sitting on the porch all day isn't frowned upon. where I also ran No Mercy. where Grandmama made sweet potato pies for the winter and soup for the summer. where fresh shoes was the stat quo. where the girls had big booties even in middle school. where you first heard Cash Money, No Limit and Bad Boy, but never stopped listening to OutKast. where you could get to the mall in 30 mins or Gadsden in 10 but wouldn't give anyone a ride to Eastover. where you got into your first fight and your boys stomped the dude out even though you were winning. where your jumpshot better be pure cause we got double rims on the outside court. where everybody mama was your mama so we don't say "yo mama" jokes. where you hopped the fence if you could. where everybody knew you and your boys so they let you get away with damn near murder. where a horse stable was right across the street and a farm was right down the road. where nobody knows Bino's real name but everybody knows Bino! where you love a girl for decades without telling her. where you went to church once a month then got home in time to hoop. where you crashed the cookout and told them you were Ms Howell's grandson so you could get a plate of chicken. where Bean will do some odd jobs for the right price. where you underage drank on the regular. where you knew Mrs Ruby was gonna tell it. where Joe Brooks store was a hot spot that you couldn't find. where Old Bluff thought they was tough but secretly they wanted to be like the Blvd. where a white boy named Wayne would kick anybody ass if they jumped stupid. where both Jasons had jumpshots like water and Meek didn't know a backboard he couldn't abuse. where the prettiest girl stayed next door but your mama said y'all were cousins. where Handy Hut happens. where Barber Town happens. where 48 is universal and Bluff Rd isn't. where the name Alvin S. Glenn makes you just shake your head. where the State Fair is what jumps off the Fall. where Westinghouse happens. where you know them boys on 20s is riding down to Tony's Lounge. where Caughman Rd Park still has sh*tty rims. where Zion Pilgrim happens. where Clarkson Rd happens. where Pin Cushion happens. where the "woods" meant the woods. where you can get your car fixed by the Mack boys. where Myer's Nursery happens. where I lived for 23 years.....
Hopkins, South Carolina
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