Author’s note: I’ll never forget the first time I’m heard the word homey. Circa 1986, I was waiting for the northbound bus where College Avenue meets Broadway in the great American city of Oakland, California with a pair of teenagers who were ditching school. They were planning on meeting some friends to hang out at somebody’s house. (Yes, I was eavesdropping.) One of them ran across the street to use a payphone (remember payphones?) just as the bus appeared.
“Yo, homey,” his friend alerted. I immediately loved this new word. I’m seriously into words.
Homey and a Half
Life is scary
Life is bleak
It ain’t no place
For the week
Friends will help
You get along
That’s why
I wrote this song
You’re a homey and a half
And you always make me laugh
You’re a comrade and helper and a chum
You’re a homey and a half
You’re the wheat without the chaff
You’re the one I want beside me in a scrum
Can’t take nothing
To the grave
There’s only
Memories to save
The times we
Share with friends
Mean the most
In the end
You’re a homey and a half
And you always make me laugh
You’re a comrade and helper and a chum
You’re a homey and a half
You’re the wheat without the chaff
You’re the one I want beside me in a scrum
by Richard W. Bray
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