The Little Broken Boy

Once upon a time
The little broken boy
Age he was 9
And he had a bag of toys
The toys that he had
Brought a lot of joy
He was missing his dad
So he made a lot of noise
Deep inside he's sad
But still the character was poised
Grew a little fast
And he kicked it with the boys
In the ghetto yes he had
A different kind of toy
But this toy didn't bring
Any kind of joy
Instead it brought tears
"Protect me from my fears
Protect me from my peers"
Is what the little boy cried
Hiding in the day
Praying every night
Wishing all the pain
Was replaced with the light

"My father didn't stay
And my mother's full of hate
How will I survive"
Is the question everyday
Growing up in the hood
Up to no good
Cocking back the pistol
That he stashed in the woods
"Come and save me, father
Come and save me, mother
'Cause my enemies are coming
That's including my brother
We have the same father
So it travels in the veins
Taking violent measures
Destruction is the aim
The outcome is the pain
There is a brighter day
But only if I choose
To forever walk away

And that's the only way
That I could come and save
The little broken boy
And that's the only way
That I could come and save
The little broken boy
To forever walk away
Forever walk away
Forever walk away
Forever walk away
Forever walk away
Forever walk away"