Bang!

Bang!

We heard the gunshots.
Joey hit the floor.
Bobby went out to see what it was..
That boy took a bullet to the throat.

It took a couple weeks
to get up the money
to bury Bobby. Times are tough.
Gotta eat. Gotta have beer and weed!

Joey's scared now. Any loud noises...
Can't pop a paper bag or say "Boo"...
unless you enjoy the stink...
of him sitting his pants!

Things ain't right in the ghetto.
Even Elvis knew. We're cursed!
We all know someone who was killed.
Might be me next!  Or you!  Or Joey!

It won't be Bobby.