Child’s Gotta Gun

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Sandra St. Victor - Rock, Pop

Child’s Gotta Gun

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Eight twenty five, reluctantly he goes to school Now he's a good kid, but today he won't play the fool Tried to fit in, the last time he tried to be cool Whispered words, no one heard but scuffling, cussing then now the news Lost little sheep come back home, Reverend Bo Peep is on the phone The newscast live at one, the child's gotta gun Little bro' tripped, sticks and stones, hurt less than the words cut to the bone The nеwscast live at one, the child's gotta gun Elеven o five, showdown takes place by the gym No one's got his back, except for his brother Rakim It's seven 'gainst two, fourteen fists a brick and a knive The two run where behind the stairs, homie and baby bro' had hid a tool Quarter to twelve, the lunch room is stunned by a blast Policemen rush in with guns drawn and no questions asked Little bro's in the corner standing in shock, dazed and confused Then cold as ice, they don't think twice They shake him down shove him 'round same old news

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