Life in the “Big City”

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Me and my brother were walking down the street,

there was some of our gang we were going to meet.

A gun went off,

and some guys ran off,

but there my brother laid,

and with his life he paid.

For being in a gang, he paid his life,

leaving a kid and a wife.

Now he’s gone,

and I’m left to tell them what’s wrong!

Do you know how hard it is

to tell a three-year-old kid

that his daddy’s dead

because he got shot in the head?

Tell me that, if you please,

when you get down on bended knees,

to look a little child in the eye,

and try not to cry!

It’s just another gang member dead,

but don’t let it go to your head!

Gang Violence

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