In the here and now I wait. Among the young and the old. Between the moon and the ground I play. With my children in my home. This is for the daughters and sons. Of forgotten ones. Learning how to stand. This is for the innocent unknowns. Buried in the sand. Running from the sound of a gun. And you’re weary. Running from the sound of a gun. In the crack of the blackness I wake. It’s getting closer every night. My city playground is a battleground. Between the wrong and the right. I could run free as a child. I was safe and wild. Naked and unarmed. Now I’m grown and safe in my home. But some will never stop. Running from the sound of a gun. Til’ you’re weary. Running from the sound of a gun. The open mouth of the city. Swallowed the town. With that same old concrete. That I still walk down. And it seems they put a shine. On this place when I was young. But baby I just don’t see it now. Running from the sound of a gun. Til’ I’m weary. Running from the sound of a gun