Paroles de Peace

I don’t know that person That street boy Used to climb those trees In an older neighborhood It could be on a Thursday Or sometimes at Sunday He came with no warning Running nonstop A clay pot went missing Flowers were stomped Closing gates creaking But the street always did That aggravates me That nonstop running boy Only causing trouble Everything disappears Old angry folks The one f’d up kid Takes away our peace But our peace comes In the shape of a car A clay pot went missing Flowers were stomped Closing gates creaking But the street always did In a crowded street There he dies Deep blood puddle Where the boy lie Desperation takes over Tears running dry Deep blood puddle Where the boy lie