CHORUS
POOR LITTLE BOY, BORN TO THE CITY
POOR LITTLE BOY, IT'S NOT THAT PRETTY
POOR LITTLE BOY, YOU DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO
POOR LITTLE BOY, PACKING A GUN TO SCHOOL
YOU'RE JUST A CHILD DEALING WITH DEATH
GANGS AND DRIVEBYS , DRUGS AND THE REST
SEEMS SO UNFAIR, NO ONE CARES
YOU HAV TO DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO
'CAUSE OF PRESSURE
YOU WANT TO LIVE
YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO DIE
BUT THIS IS YOUR LIFE
SO YOU BETTER NOT CRY
'CAUSE OF PRESSURE
YOU LAY ALONE IN YOUR BED
FEARING TOMORROW YOU MIGHT BE DEAD
THERE'S NO PLACE TO RUN, NO PLACE TO HIDE
YOU KEEP YOUR FEARS ALL LOCKED UP INSIDE
'CAUSE OF PRESSURE
RC
YOU'D LIKE TO TALK
BUT NO ONE IS LISTENING
THEY CALL YOU NO GOOD
'CAUSE YOU BELONG TO THE HOOD
YOU'D LIKE TO BE FREE
IN THIS SOCIETY
YOU HATE THIS PRESSURE
YOU RAP TO THE DEVIL
WHOSE EARS ARE DEAF
TAKE YOUR GUNS AND
LET ME CONFESS
I'M CAUGHT IN YOUR WEB
I'LL END UP DEAD
I JUST WANT A CHANCE
TO DANCE
I HATE THIS PRESSURE
THE DEVIL REARED HIS UGLY HEAD
BEGAN TO LAUGH
AND THEN HE SAID
"THAT'S A CUTE LITTLE SONG"
HE PULLED THE TRIGGER
AND SCREAMED "SO LONG, HOMES"
RC
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