Anthony B - To Much Guns in Town lyrics

Ohh, ohh M-16, AK-47, pump rifle, desert eagle All home made one to Dem a walk wid gun in the hand and a run the town All in front, ah, station man, ah, shot man down Dem a walk wid gun in the hand and a run the town All in front, ah, station man, ah, shot man down 'Cause they've got Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet There was a little boy Once upon a time Who in spite his young age Small size knew his mind For every copper penny And clothes he would find Making wish for better days And for all time for no more Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet He grew up to be a worker Did turn in to succeed Made a life for himself Free from worry wants and needs With nobody to share his life with With nobody to keep him warm At night when he go to sleep He sleep alone with his Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet He struggled all his life Just to be an honest man Proud of the dirt in his palm, the soil of the land Some guys I knew from my school days Said they had a plan To get rich to quick They had to bound to me, Lawd He decided to drive a car He decided to carry a gun To take the biggest risk of all Prove his loyalty to his friends He decided to tell his wife Things would soon turn around Said a little boy is dead A man stand wid him now, Lawd