Took on the highway   Red lights and bumpers   Just up ahead   Choppers gather like vultures   Must be a story to tell      Gunshots were heard in the market lot   Three kids went down   Only two got up      It’s where he walks with his boy   Takes him for rides and plays with his toys   Now he worries   Where can he go and be safe with his boy   It’s the story he tells      When we were kids   We used our fists   When it was through   Everyone knew   Who had won, who had lost   And still no one laid dying      Made the papers and TV news   Everyone wondered   And spewed out their views   Days went by   And interest faded   No one asks why   We’re all too jaded      Ain’t no answer   As far as I can see   If you have one   Won’t you share it with me?   You got a story to tell      When we were kids   We used our fists   When we were through   Everyone knew   Who had won, who had lost   And still no one laid dying