[ar:Mr. J Medeiros]
[ti:Billy The Kid]
[00:25.53]When he was young he use to play with toy guns
[00:28.30]He’d say it was for fun but really it was the feel of it
[00:31.07]He acted silly but Billy loved the appeal of it
[00:32.68]Though its just plastic his roles got drastic
[00:34.14]Sound effects would blow he’d black mask it
[00:38.22]Around his neck would glow that classic Rambo medallion
[00:40.09]He use to dream of Lambo’s, Italian Mafioso, Commando, battalions
[00:44.37]He would lead them through the dark of winter
[00:49.00]He would leave them when his mom had started dinner
[00:51.77]At the table with his bleeding elbows
[00:53.18]Even when eating he needed his G.I. Joe’s
[00:56.56]By his side guarding his pride
[00:58.72]A soldier or a poet it got harder to decide
[01:02.34]The fun ends as the evening unravels
[01:04.78]A young mans ego so fragile
[01:26.98]A now he’s hitting his teens still drifting in between
[01:29.95]Wanting to be a writer wanting to be a fighter
[01:32.37]He’s starting to wonder which was mightier
[01:34.94]And found one
[01:36.86]The difference between Martin and Malcolm
[01:38.82]He couldn’t see it in the outcome
[01:40.64]They didn't live to see it
[01:42.15]Now how come
[01:43.11]Was the thought he saw the ones who fought
[01:45.12]He saw the ones who got caught in their cross fire
[01:48.14]His boss fired him and the cause
[01:50.46]He was reading Che Guevara instead of him parking cars
[01:53.28]Who writes the laws who enforces them
[01:54.79]Born to win, born to loose, born again
[01:58.51]Mortal men with an ego so fragile
[02:00.93]Reading as the meaning unravels
[02:02.94]Was it a bullet to the head or the words to the brain
[02:06.70]That brought about more change
[02:49.43]It’s been a long time since the toy guns and the acting bigger
[02:52.60]Active trigger now he a real action figure
[02:54.92]The military made it harder to decide
[02:57.08]A soldier and a poet now the poet guards his pride
[02:59.55]You see his views we see them on the evening news
[03:02.62]We read the words found hidden in his B.D.U.’s
[03:05.40]We loose sight with an eye for an eye
[03:07.36]Were the last words written on the night that he died
[03:10.83]In a book they gave to his son the day he turned 21
[03:14.61]The day he learned of young men who have come to an end
[03:17.93]Of his father who held his gun but held harder to his pen
[03:20.50]A martyr born again every time his book was opened
[03:22.42]And the mind that provoked it
[03:25.29]Was it the words from his hands or the bullet from a gun
[03:28.72]That kept a man alive for his son