i am a angry young man i'm on de run yesterday i thief mi fada gun i'm a angry young man i'm on de run a shot a police wid mi fada gun ask me why a tell u no lie a pray years hopin dat dis police would die as a child a can neva feget dat face so ugly and sweat yet a knew de day would com wen a would have to kill im an run now mi family will neva si mi again through these years i have felt much pain a nite mare all these years so much pain so much tears
now it happen a long time aguh right down there in de ghetto mi mada was sittin aroun de shop counta wen a man com in an start to beat har mi fada was away dat day neva knoo who to run to or wat to say a stan up deh a neva meck a soun de man push mi mada to de groun a could'nt se a ting agen but a knoo mi mada was feelin pain wen im lef a hear har cry a hear har seh "LARD LET ME DIE"
time and time a would hear mi fada seh dat mi sista was not his . . . and a kne right aweh dat de day would have to com wen a would be a young man on de run
now a sit behind dis wall dis wall suh tall still hearin mi mada cry still hearin har seh "LARD LET ME DIE"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
