[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