One night in ’96, Pops was on his way home
Had to swerve to avoid, hitting something in the road
Jansport backpack, Black with Grey accents
Multiple compartments and headphone access
Looked brand new, just sitting in the street
There was no one around and the bag was empty
Picked it up, dust it off, threw it on the backseat
When he got home that night, he gifted it to me
In just a few days, I’d be starting 7 th Grade
Heard the books are mad heavy, glad for the bag change
The thing looks durable, built to last
8 pockets, 3 zippers and a Velcro flap
Seemed up to the task, first day when class ended
I thought “this backpack, gon last, ‘til I’m a Freshman”
A Sophomore, a Junior, a Senior, a Graduate
2002, this is still just the start of it
A cloth sack, carried on one’s back
It goes over the shoulders and secured with two straps
From hikers to musicians, can’t forget all the students
The Army Infantry, graffiti writers inherent
Side pockets on this beast, could hold a 40 each
Found this out at 23, skating through these Flag streets
Just one of many things, this pack can hold
I could use it for vacation, or a casual stroll
A black hole for pens, a couple Moleskines
More than 20 Fifths, at least 50 grams
Uncountable CDs, shirts and other merch
Hell, I bet you once I even took it to church
Not considered an accessory, but borderline necessity
Just like a good friend, probably seen the worst and best of me
Especially, the evenings, creeping into a bottle
Still you’ve always had my back, with snacks and some water
After 21 years, seen a lot of wear and tear
Zippers won’t close, the velcro’s disappeared
Guess retirement is near, got one last trip
Walk to the trashcan, and I open the lid…