Childhood War - Bronze Nazareth

That’s a nice guy

Now that’s a beautiful doll, look at that

Yo, back in '88, I was nine or maybe eight

Staring at a china plate, dad said I bought it if it breaks

Wait, we not a wanting grapes, church drapes stare back at me

In Gun Rule, more than one tool in pop’s cabinet

He had a rifle, 357 and twenty two

Tender age of 'I don’t know', he taught me how to shoot

Mosquito’s bite, my trigger finger told me to spark it

I’m thinking all the time, how humans used to be his target

From hot jungle, a little different from my forest

So mind your business, all relatives can hit the florist

Now I love fatigues ever since I remember

Played war with fake guns, even in cold December

Shot time, borrow in the back of the house, he fell out

Dusted off this gun like I was cleaning the house

Every game we played I was the last one slayed

I got in the dirt with a clean shirt, tossing my grenades

War was so easy, gats easily be my best friend

We had mad lives, and never really would end

Moms scared cause I used to come home with purple hearts

Loved to break shit, never used a board when throwing darts

Booby trap garage, so neighbors can step on glass

My pops all got the windows smiling like nerve gas

I’m eleven years old and my wargame is too smart

Like I’m a hit the streets with a passion that sparks

Burnt the fort down with cousins like Vietkong was in it

Used to stare at dad’s picture with M-16 guns in it

Wished it was me, with a itchy trigger finger

So ya’ll better buy my album, or my syndrome might still linger

Cause if I didn’t have music, I’d still these hammers

Shove it in your gums, empty clips like the cannisters

A robbing armored truck, burnt his clip, merge

Cause it’s forty hours a week, bullshit is for the birds