And So On
And So On
A child is born and it's a boy
just like any other kid
he played with toys.
As he grew older his mind
began to change, from cowboys
and indians
to a street learned game.
A thug is what it is called,
in this life he thought he
had it all.
With no father figure,
he had to think bigger
for his younger brother
who had no other.
Money Money Money
bling bling bling
Not giving any thought to the
hurtful sting.
Destruction and then death
was seen as his brother
wept,
"Mother" Don't worry, I
won't go that way.
And so on there came
a brighter day.
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