He's much the same as anyone - he don't do what he's told He got hostile on his school report - and he leaves his mother cold His father owned a bakery - one day they found him hanged It ain't good to be free in little italy - his son's the leader of the gang
He soon found out he could not work - the money was no good This child of the city hit the welfare kitty - did some runnin' for the hoods
And the logic of the street was such - that everything was bent There's a lot of white collars - stealing government dollars - wouldn't notice Such a little percent.
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Now I went to his graduation - in some brooklyn overnight jail He said he was a member of the rock'n roll nation - but his face was drawn 'n pale They gave him a suspended sentence - 'n he got straight on the phone Called a big, big, man with a miami tan 'n said Hi I'm al capone - the 2nd restless youth
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Now his first hit came at seventeen - his second was his last Some dealer ran screaming from the scene - as the bullets whistled past 'n the cop that killed him shook his head 'n said I swear the truth When I know it was some old, old man 'n not a restless youth.
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Now the moral of this story is that all he saw was greed Legal, illegalities 'n all them politician thieves Good people of the u.s.a. if you want your kids to grow Then check your harvest carefully - don't reap before you sow
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