Broken dreams when his Daddy was gone, lost all hope put his hands on a gun.
And I can find many reasons to cry cos who will save my only boy.
Another lover, another son, following orders ’til the day that they’re done.
And I can find many reasons to cry ‘cos who will save my only boy.
To fight, a gun and a knife. To fall down knowing that you’ll never get up.
The pain of clearing the blood stains, to the next best thing to a brother you had.