The streets were never very kind.
Quite young, the kid learned how to fight.
He joined a gang and stole a knife.
The streets were never safe at night.
One night he heard a sudden noise.
Instinctively, he drew his knife.
He caught the prowler by surprise,
But never meant to take his life.
The prowler had a brother who
For vengeance went and bought a gun.
The kid was well within his rights.
The streets were never very fun.
The kid played in the streets that day
Until a shot came from above.
The people stood there as he died,
A victim of a brother’s love.
May 10, 1983
Original song created using SunoAI
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