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Toons
by Poor Tom
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On Santa Clara Street outside of Toons
Found him laying on the ground
Just bleeding from his wounds
Ain't nothing for it that's the life they choose
At least that's the way they tell it on the news
When we were young
Talked to us like we're dumb
"Think about your future"
They were feeding us on crumbs
No man at home, at school they cut the funds
Angry little boys grow up to play with guns
B said he was strapped up at the party
Be careful with that shit
Don't go and hurt somebody
O showed me his outside the house
Why you keep that thing for
In case somebody run their mouth
Heard J pulled his out at the store
Put the money in the bag
Everyone get on the floor
At my uncle's in the sticks shooting pigeons
I was already having trouble
Making good decisions
Felt like I was walking in my sleep
Moving in a haze
Watching days turn to weeks
Thinking bout that boy outside of Toons
I'm not trying to end up on the news
Thinking bout that boy outside of Toons
I'm not trying to end up on the news
On Santa Clara Street outside of Toons
Found him laying on the ground
Just bleeding from his wounds
Ain't nothing for it that's the life they choose
At least that's the way they tell it on the news
When we were young
Talked to us like we're dumb
"Think about your future"
They were feeding us on crumbs
No man at home, at school they cut the funds
Angry little boys grow up to play with guns
B said he was strapped up at the party
Be careful with that shit
Don't go and hurt somebody
O showed me his outside the house
Why you keep that thing for
In case somebody run their mouth
Heard J pulled his out at the store
Put the money in the bag
Everyone get on the floor
At my uncle's in the sticks shooting pigeons
I was already having trouble
Making good decisions
Felt like I was walking in my sleep
Moving in a haze
Watching days turn to weeks
Thinking bout that boy outside of Toons
I'm not trying to end up on the news
Thinking bout that boy outside of Toons
I'm not trying to end up on the news
