A child is born with no state of mindBlind to the ways of mankindGod is smiling on you but he's frowning tooBecause only God knows what youll go throughYoull grow in the ghetto, living second rateAnd your eyes will sing a song of deep hateThe places you play and where you stayLooks like one great big alley wayYou'll admire all the number book takersThugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makersDriving big cars, spending twenties and tensAnd you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh,Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblersPickpockets, peddlers even panhandlersYou say: I'm cool, I'm no fool!But then you wind up dropping out of high schoolNow you're unemployed, all non-voidWalking round like you're Pretty Boy FloydTurned stickup kid, look what youve done didGot sent up for a eight year bidNow your manhood is took and you're a MaytagSpent the next two years as a undercover fagBeing used and abused to serve like hell'Til one day you was found hung dead in your cellIt was plain to see that your life was lostYou was cold and your body swung back and forthBut now your eyes sing the sad, sad songOf how you lived so fast and died so young
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