Killing Ground - Roger Rosen

    I saw a killing tonight on the playground
    There was nothin' I could do
    The dead boy was a friend of mine
    The kid with the gun I only partly knew

    Cool boy's run out of money
    Got a fever in the streets paved with gold
    Fortune's there for the taking
    Jasper was fourteen years old

    Dreamin' his dreams fantastic
    Boy could be a fabulous star
    White powder wrapped in plastic
    Is a habit that you can't kick too far

    It's a money trade run in hungry streets
    Where the deals are made only in cash
    Don't play games on the killing ground
    Or your next deal could be your last

    You know these pick-up games start friendly
    "Hey brother, wanna go one on one?"
    But look down any street where the dealers meet
    And you know they ain't playin' for fun

    The cops came and asked me "What happened?"
    But you play the fool if the truth makes you wise
    "1 didn't see no fight, just heard a pop in the night--
    "Don't ask no questions and I'll tell you no lies."

    Some get rich and some die young
    Lookin' for a feel in' of ease
    Some get hooked and some get hung
    Tryin' to find a way to get free

    [Repeat Chorus]

    1983 Roger Rosen

    Marco Giunco
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