In my youth I was known to raise a fist
A boyhood challange was hard to resist
"You don't want to fight me?"
"You don't want any part of me!"
I have lost a tooth my nose once broken
But to hint I ever lost was never spoken
Today they drive up give off a gang sign
Some little punk a gun sits behind
A mother cries a young boy dies
In my day all you would lose is pride
But now today another promising youth has died