I knew a kid that got shot over a couple lines of paint
Pill popping, loud talking type and mom thought he was a saint
I knew a kid that had his face changed
When his fate changed and his banging banged em up
Wasn't the type to run but he ran when they started running up
I knew a kid who got caught with too much although he did too much way too often
And the day came he over did it
I still wonder if he had enough
Kids with lives so broke they find a break in smoke and pills
But still Find time
For daily fights
And nightly thrills