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He`s eight years old and on the news today, He`s running through the yard like an airplane... Daddy is covered by a policemans` sheet, Drive-by victim in a world insane...
Jimmy`s only four and doesn`t understand... He`s chasing his brother, toy pistol in hand. Meet me by the dumpster and I`ll try to explain... Big Brother will do his best with your pain.
What you just saw happens everyday... Daddy`s just another victim in our hopeless way, If it wasn`t him, it was you or me... Or Momma in the kitchen crying on her knees.
I don`t expect you to get at four years old, That we have no control over how life unfolds... Daddy always told us we could be... whatever our hearts could dream...
We could be firemen, police, or priests... He always wanted better for his little boys to be, But we live in a ghetto, less than half an empty cup, What are you gonna be... if you grow up?
What are you gonna be if you grow up? Can`t take for granted we`ll wind up adults... I think we`re safe behind this dumpster, our lives are in the dump... What are you going to be... if you grow up...
I take a gun to school almost everyday... to protect you and I from the ones we can`t explain, Momma taught us better, but she don`t know the game... The gang I fought killed Daddy... And vengengence is my name...
We could be firemen, police, or priests... He always wanted better for his little boys to be, But we live in the ghetto, less than half an empty cup, What are you gonna be... if you grow up...
What are you gonna be... if you grow up... If you grow up.
I`m eight , you`re four... I`ve lived twice as much and know, The drive-by`s and whats` up... What are you going to be... IF you grow up...
IF you grow up... A docter, a lawyer, a husband and a Father... will you go to school, or will you even bother, What are you going to be? If you grow up? What are you going to be? If you grow up?
We`re safe here behind this dumpster... talk to me little brother...
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