This is the story of Bonny and Clyde
A gangster hoodlum and his beautiful bride
Together they stole and took as they please
Like a modern day duo, Thelma and Louise
Feared by most throughout the land
as you always saw them gun in hand
We know what they took, we know what they stole
But what of their lives, a void, a hole?
Billy the Kid would have loved to be there
and he would have made sure he got his fair share
We all have them in us, we know that they there
Locked back in our minds with our thoughts we dont share
That makes them no different than you and me
Could they have done it to try and live free
Away from this world with hatred and crime
Where a brother still kills you for just a dime
And now as i think of it, thoughts go through my mind
were they just bad people, could they have been kind?
Upon finding a young beggar, half dead on the street
Would they give him money, or some food to eat
Or kick him in the place from whence he came
Taking away from him, his future, his name
I dont think they were bad, nor were they good
but they certainly didnt come from our neighboorhood
Could i be like them, like Bonny and Clyde?
What if i said yes, even worse, if i lied.
Would you make me a martyr, or brand me a thief
if riddled with bullets, from this world i would leave
You cant blame my childhood, my mom nor my dad
They didnt bring me up stealing, they didnt bring me up bad
But when i think of this world and i think clear,
I know i cant do it, i hold my life to dear.
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