Ode to South Central
South Central, That Guy.
By Fletcher Bost
Oh South Central you have given me a place to prosper
The one that many disliked became my savior
So many great personalities
Such few time to know them
Soon we will split like all great things do
And on that day an era will end
In this time I should reflect
Freshman year nothing went right
I came in on a crutch, not able to see the light
But soon I realized that wasn’t the worst
My time here would not always be cursed
I went out for the track team
And from there a little bit of talent started to gleam
Even still no one could have foreseen
The kid with the crutch becoming a star teen
Running wasn’t even the half
Not a day went by with you that I failed to laugh
The people here have been the best
I’ll never find a mix quite like it
I’ve learned what it means to be human
I’ve learned how to handle adversity
I’ve learned the importance of diversity
Oh South Central it has been a solid four years
We’ve had our ups and downs
But it’s been a good experience all around
My love for you will never quit
Even though it is nearly time for us to split
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