He is only nine but thinks further than his age
So young to be filled with so much anger and rage
But his parent's love is something he's never known
As if they didn't exist he is all alone
His father is a drunk and partially insane
His mother is a junky addicted to cocaine
She sells her body so her habit she can maintain
They only add to the poor boy's suffering and pain
There is hardly ever anything to eat
So begs for money from people on the street
He has no place where he can call home
So whereever his fee take him he will roam
He knows no other family so where can he turn?
There is no one to teach him but he's willing to learn
He's quite sharp, full of life and bright
It's such a shame he neither knows to read or write
He lives in the ghetto surrounded by negative influence
He's easily steered the wrong way into doing violence
He starts to drink and then turns to weed
He learns about the bad things at a rapid speed
Soon he learns to steal which quickly becomes his trade
He knows the risks involved but he isn't afraid
Withe every attempt he gets even more brave
Though he knows it may lead him to his grave
Eventually he starts to carry a gun
He knows if caught he's got to shoot and run
So to survive he'll do whatever he can
Even if it means killing an innocent man
He then joins a gang causing more mischief and strife
He's already given up any hope in his young life
But what other road was there for him to take?
What other choices was there for him to make?
But still he has only one regret
Being deprived of the life he didn't get
This is not the person whom he wanted to be
If only life would have given him an opportunity
He tries to steal one night but gets shot in the head
The gun fell from his hand and he fell on the ground dead
He knew this would happen but just didn't know when
Sad for the poor boy, he never did live to see ten.
