Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
I'm a car parade of the toys he made
Its your mobs and shades who look hard for his age
look about half the size of the flags they wave.
In camouflage suits made to fit youths
cuz the ones of the dead solders hang a little loose.
What.. like they shootin in the heaven like they tryin to kill a jetson's struggle is little recruits
Cute, smileless, heartless, violent, childhood destroyed devoid of all childish ways.
Can't write they own names, or read the words that on they own graves.
Think you gangsta popped a few rounds? these kids will come through and murder a whole town.
Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down. The grave gets deeper the further we go down
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