The
olden years
The
memories of those gone
Guys
I grew up as a child
Trying
to copy their way of life
The
world in my eyes
These
were the confident guys
They
could take challenges
They
even would challenge the police
There
were chases and fights
Living
in the kampong years gone by
The
Black Maria came many times
Saw
the police clashed with the bad guys
The
detectives fought and injured
Of
course the police would win
With
their guns and handcuffs
The
bad guys caught and sent to prison
One
thing I learned
Be
confident but don't do wrong
So
one Malay guy told me
“Don't
be like him spend life in prison!”
The
old memories of kampong life
Maybe
the guys may have all gone by now
Leaving
some fond memories of my young age
Living
once in the rural landscape
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