Boy With A Gun In His Hand
A boy born and raised
Just the son of a working man and his wife
And though they struggled each week to make his wage last
They made it a way of life
These troubled streets
No where to play but all he had known
This is a place where you learn how to fight
You’ve got to make it on your own
Try and understand if you can
His daddy was a poor man
But he was proud and tall he’d stand
A man