He`s much the same as anyone - he don`t do what he`s told He got hostile on his school report - and he leaves his mother cold His father owned a bakery - one day they found him hanged It ain`t good to be free in little Italy - his son`s the leader of the gang
He soon found out he could not work - the money was no good This child of the city hit the welfare kitty - did some runnin` for the hoods
And the logic of the street was such - that everything was bent There`s a lot of white collars - stealing government dollars - wouldn`t notice Such a little percent.
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Now I went to his graduation - in some Brooklyn overnight jail He said he was a member of the rock`n roll nation - but his face was drawn `n pale They gave him a suspended sentence - `n he got straight on the phone Called a big, big, man with a Miami tan `n said "hi i`m al capone - the 2nd restless youth"
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Now his first hit came at seventeen - his second was his last Some dealer ran screaming from the scene - as the bullets whistled past `n the cop that killed him shook his head `n said "I swear the truth When I know it was some old, old man `n not a restless youth."
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Now the moral of this story is that all he saw was greed Legal, illegalities `n all them politician thieves Good people of the u.s.a. if you want your kids to grow Then check your harvest carefully - don`t reap; before you sow
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
