young South Bronx song

throwing a stone
starting a fight
breaking a bone
cursing all night

yelling at each other
pushing people around
insulting his mother
kicking truth to the ground

Chorus:
     that won't help any
     yo, let it be said
     that won't help any
     sometimes you gonna regret
     fussing and fighting for the wrong cause
     just will get you the wrong applause

© 1999 robert kneschke

I started to write this song July 19th 1999, one of my nights off. It should have been the second session, if I remember exactly, but I still wrote about the kids first session. I am not finished yet with this "song", for I am missing the most important input now: the kids!
Anyway, I tried some chords for it to play on guitar. If you know hot to play the guitar, try this:
verse: Gminor / F#major
bridge: G / A / G / A (Barré)
chorus: D / G / G / Gminor (Barré)

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