This week has seen a lot of hype for Straight Outta Compton, a film about a group and album that I misspent a LOT of my late teenagerhood listening to. In salute to its most creative mind, I thought I would spend this post paying tribute to one of his most famous songs.

Just wakin’ up in the morning gotta thank God

I don’t know, they say my son’s kinda odd


No barkin’ from our dog, no smog

Who wants to take a drive to the fog?


We got our grub on, but didn’t pig out

Goldfish, grahams, and o’s we gotta bring out

Packed ’em up for later as we hit the door

Thinking, will Dar talk, in this 24?


I gotta go, cause I got to get across the bay

And if I use Fastrak, I can hit the fast lane

Had no stop, had no toll lights

Lookin’ in both mirrors no traffic in sight


And everything is all right

No Outside Lands or Giants game traffic to fight

A few more miles and the fam will reach

A place in Northwest San Fran called Baker Beach


Get Dar on the sand and he’s trouble

Last week, messed around and made those hand-straw bubbles

This guy loves a beach like a manta ray

I can’t believe, today was a good day


Dar jumped in the surf and got showered

Didn’t seem bothered by its power

Didn’t matter if his first top got hurt

Cause Mom and Dad brought another shirt


No flexin, for once he looked in the right direction

When we did a picture session

Almost seemed like he knew we wanted a smile

Hadn’t happened for a while


Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake up

Watch the waves come in, and watch em break up

With a splish-splash, flish-flash, crish-crash,

Dar didn’t even get a rash


Dar picked up the crash flow

And we watched the boats come and go

Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.

Today was a good day


Looked at the Golden Gate Bridge

Country’s best landmark is what it is

It’s ironic, it’s summer and the wet fog is out

Yet we’re stuck in a record-setting drought


Dar found a little creek

And had more fun than he’s had in a week

He loves to play with sand

And today the sand stayed on his feet and his hands

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Wife rested on a towel

Dar’s brother played with a rake and trowel

Dar went back to the ocean

On the waves he’s coastin’ like a three-wheel motion



I was glad everything had worked out

Dropped my ass in the waves and surfed out

Today was like one of those fly dreams

Got to see the lighthouse flashin’ those high beams


No helicopter lookin’ for a surfer

Six in the evening got the veggieburgers

Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp

And it read “Dar swims like a shrimp!”


Some days my hands are just thrown up

Other days Dar’s more like a grown up

Or like a kid who’s gonna be okay

Today was a good day