2 B A Kid Again (dedicated 2 the children on the South Side of Chicago)
Sometimes I wonder,
what it would be like
2 b a kid again.
I prolly wouldn't last long.
As the inner-city blues continue,
evil lurks and guns blast on.
Sometimes I wonder,
what it would be like
2 b a kid again.
I would prolly fear 4 my life.
'Cause I'll be dead by 17, if not b4 then
and will never have kids or find a wife.
Sometimes I wonder,
what it would be like.......
......then the thought I simply dismiss.
4 who would want 2 b a kid again
in a life where they live like this????
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