asa adham - promises lyrics
it’s 2004. i’m in my bas-m-nt watching the detroit pistons play in the championship game with my uncle spencer i had ice cream and he had his iced drink in his cup. we celebrate quietly as the hot boyz win it all because everyone else is sleeping in the house. but we knew, that less than 20 miles away history was made. we raised our fists in joy. i was seven
it’s 2008. whenever he visits, he graces us with his slow smoked barbecue and he is outside for half of the day. as a young one, i went out to enjoy his company. we both had smiles on our face but his was always accompanied by a drink in his hand. i turned eleven the day before
it’s 2012. apple juice is still my favorite and vodka with fruit punch is his. the sun’s down and he’s giving me advice about girls and he shuts off. he sits and is too consumed by the victoria secret commercial and all dialogue between us stop. he mutters to himself and says goodnight while going upstairs. i’m in my first year of high school at fifteen
it’s 2013. i come home from school and i noticed half of lime on the sink, uncle spencer is here. i go upstairs to greet him and we embrace. it’s close to labor day, he is in charge of the main course for the holiday party. it’s past ten, guests are getting upset because the slow smoked isn’t done. he is dancing to old motown hits playing. it was the temptations this time
it’s 2014. i come back from marching band and football practice and uncle spencer isn’t around. dad says he spend some time out with his neighborhood boys. we were supposed to watch the new thor movie together. he comes back late to the house and beelines for the guest room. stays in the guest room for the whole entire next day trying to wash out the unwanted hangover. i was seventeen
it’s 2015. momma’s gala for her soup kitchen had everyone dressed to the nines. silent auction, old school jazz band, and the venue made me feel exquisite. uncle spencer and i entered the bar and i hesitated that he’ll blow mom’s debut event. he always is a friendly guy and can connect with anyone. i’m scared that the bartender will have to figure where to draw the line between being friendly and business. momma and i stepped in so the bartender didn’t have to. i turned into a legal adult the month before
it’s 2016. has not visited since last summer
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