There once was a kid who lived just down the street A quater block from me He shaved off his hair, put boots on his feet And said this was his country The day came around and the shit all went down And too late to see the light He was caught up and shot up in a fight Won't you close your eyes There once was a kid from South Central L.A. Who threw up his set all day All dressed in blue nothing to do Said "hey man, what set you claim" The blood pulled a nine And threw up his sign, then let the trigger slide And he was, caught up and shot up in a fight Life can get cut short so Try to stay in line You wanna be a man But this shit happens all the time So let's just all hang out Don't give a fuck about what they say Cause they're all lame And we're all still the same Won't you close your eyes Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
