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I was only eighteen years old when I looked in your eyes.
I could see love lying there, but that I denied.
I got on drugs and booze and joined a gang.
I thought they were having fun and it would be a bang.
I knew we were wrong in everything we did,
But little did I know I would be gunned down
by a wild and crazy kid.
I felt the bullet hit my spine and I fell to the floor,
But little did I know I was paralyzed
and would never move anymore.
Now I sit here in a wheelchair and can't move my head,
And it takes three strong nurses to put me in bed.
Now cold bed pans and urinals are all I ever see.
My whole life is wasted and I'm only twenty-three.
When my parents come to see me they just sit and weep
As they think about their only boy, gunned down in the street.
But I can't get up to comfort them; there is nothing I can do
But lay here and pray that this doesn't happen to you.
Now all you kids take warning -
Don't get on drugs and booze and do the things I did,
Or you may be gunned down by some crazy hopped-up kid.
Never take your gun in hand and think you can't be beat,
For if you go against the law you'll die on some lonely street.
They will put you in a casket and when they close the lid,
Your whole life would be wasted and you're still just a kid.
So go start a gang of your own with no drugs or alcohol,
And get the girls to join you and you can have a ball.
Later Vhen you are married and look out on your kids,
You can look up at the good Lord and be proud of what you did.