[00:00.196]When he was young he use to play with toy guns
[00:02.651]He’d say it was for fun but really it was the feel of it
[00:05.629]He acted silly but Billy loved the appeal of it
[00:08.111]Though its just plastic his roles got drastic
[00:10.802]Sound effects would blow he’d black mask it
[00:13.440]Around his neck would glow that classic Rambo medallion
[00:17.019]He use to dream of Lambo’s, Italian Mafioso, Commando, battalions
[00:21.930]He would lead them through the dark of winter
[00:24.255]He would leave them when his mom had started dinner
[00:26.788]At the table with his bleeding elbows
[00:28.774]Even when eating he needed his G.I. Joe’s
[00:31.752]By his side guarding his pride
[00:33.842]A soldier or a poet it got harder to decide
[00:36.663]The fun ends as the evening unravels
[00:39.249]A young mans ego’s so fragile
[01:02.132]And now he’s hitting his teens still drifting in between
[01:04.953]Wanting to be a writer wanting to be a fighter
[01:08.166]He’s starting to wonder which was mightier
[01:10.622]And found one
[01:11.980]The difference between Martin and Malcolm
[01:14.096]He couldn’t see it in the outcome
[01:15.533]They didn't live to see it
[01:17.048]Now how come
[01:18.328]Was the thought he saw the ones who fought
[01:20.183]He saw the ones who got caught in the crossfire
[01:23.187]His boss fired him and the cause
[01:25.433]He was reading Che Guevara instead of him parking cars
[01:28.437]Who writes the laws who enforces them
[01:31.024]Born to win, born to loose, born again
[01:33.766]Mortal men with an ego so fragile
[01:35.987]Reading as the meaning unravels
[01:39.670]Was it a ****** to the head or the words to the brain
[01:41.342]That brought about more change, man
[01:58.060]It’s been a long time since I use to pretend I was…
[02:03.206]You know… I don’t know…Billy the Kid