in the mud of the broken glass 419..... as the bullets fly on a cold dark and gray broken glass 419 day a poor little baby child is born in the mud of the broken glass 419 and his mama cries, she knows she can't feed or raise him on her own, daddy doing 20 to life in the penitentiary and she is hooked on dope, if there is something that she doesn't need it's another little hungry mouth to feed in the broken glass city of the 419, people don't you understand the child never had a helping hand, in and out of foster care, juvenile institutions, jails and penitentiaries he roamed, where he laid his head was home, don't you understand he's going to be an Angry Young Man someday, take a look at you and me are we too blind to see, do we simply turn our heads and look the other way, well the World Turns and a hungry little child with a runny nose plays in the mud of the broken glass 419 as the bullets fly and his Mama cries, as he grows his hunger Burns so he starts roaming the streets at night, he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the broken glass 419 ,he walks alone in the mud, he becomes a shooter gets initiated into a gang in the broken glass 419, one day in desperation the young man breaks away, steals a car, takes a life, tries to run but he doesn't get too far, as a crowd Gathers around an Angry Young Man lying face down with a gun in his hand in the mud of the broken glass 419, as her young man dies his mama cries, on another cold dark and gray Toledo Ohio day another poor little baby child is born as the bullets fly in the broken glass city of the 419 and his mama cries,
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