I was born on the sidewalk in a city I don’t know In sixty-five I took arms and got on a boat They told me to shoot wherever I saw smoke I could not stop laughing lord it seemed like a joke. In seventy-five, at twenty five I had me a son And he died when he was young because of my gun Left out in the open in a case I had to run I could not believe it neither did anyone They found me in Shreveport just me and a knife They cleaned off my blood and they sent me to life For thirty years I lay awake in the night Thinking 'bout the jungle and blood and the fight In two thousand five I was let out on the streets A young fifty-five and now that’s where I sleep I do my best workin’ with a cup and a sign Askin’ folks please spare me some change or some time Yesterday a young man stood at my feet He asked what I wanted I said something to eat He said killers with guns they belong on the street I thought about that and I laughed till I cried That's the best damn joke I’d heard in a long time A very long time