A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
Got a smile on you but you're frowning too
Cause only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto living second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, I'm no fool
But then you wind up dropping outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walking 'round like your pretty boy Freud
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did -
God sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused to serve like hell
Till the day you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you live so fast and die so young
So don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge - I'm trying not to
lose my head
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