Like the dead end kids we used to play in the streets

Never worryin about grief football spelled relief

Ronnie ? was the coach for us

see he taught us to play almost every single day OK

Now on Evergreen was Larry and Mike and Lon

My cousin Boo lived there too just to name a few

with Sha rone he's bad to the bone Boo's little sidekick

And a badass mouth he used to feist it on Harmon Street

with Zach Leo and Ed

Me Jody and Boop by June, Rocky and then comes

Tommy and Cedric, Lamont and Greg, unique in our own right

At times we'd fight, but that's a-ight

Still, not realizin we had love, it showed

when we played, no phony charades against

one another, now while I write this song

It's like some are still alive and a couple are gone

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We're born to live, a life to die

Life's so damn short and I wonder why

As kids, you're overlookin death

It didn't seem important or serious, it just seems curious

It was about, wakin to a bowl of cereal

Cartoons on Saturday's, karate flicks, and like

ridin your skateboard, or bicycle

And went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple

Plus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool

We got along, we all knew right from wrong

By far, we got a dose that life was hard

A Spanish we were close with, was killed by a car

Shocking, Alberto was hit, on the block and

death was spontaneous, his moms was clockin him 'cross the street

He just received an award

for Little League baseball like an hour before, plus

He didn't even get to see the summer set in

Dyin all young at the age of seven

It opened up my eyes small that the flesh was weak

As a kid, thinkin shit like that was mad deep, peep