Games we used to play br With sticks and cap guns br We made noises with our mouths br Of shooting getting shot and dying br br There was no crying over who got shot br You could argue that you were only winged br It was not the farm br You bought br br 'I'm just grazed! ' br We could holler br Reload and keep firing br Ammunition was free br br If you could scrounge soda bottles br For rolls of caps - - - your saved those shots br For close range for the noise the smoke the smell br For the rest you'd just yelled BANG! br br The battle could go on for hours br Without losing anybody br 'Til it was time for lunch or dinner br Or to go in for the night br br Now it's a differnt game br The word 'Bang' has been replaced br By 'Young Gang Bangers' br Packin' heaters drivin'old beaters br br Slingin' meth crack and weed br Watchin others bleed br Reachin' in baggy pants with a steady hand br No control where the bullets land br br Sprayin' sayin' signs flashin' talk's trashin' br Makin' their bones throwing caps like stones br Landing where - - - they don't care br The noise - - - the kick - - - the smell br br Who can tell br Who's next br Gunpowder br LOUDER br br BANG - - - You and you and br You and you and you br Your'll all br DEADbr br Tom J.