I Had It Then. Soda Fought For

Mace, You Never Read Smoky The Cowhorse,did You? No. Well,ol' Smoky, He Had Somebad Things Happen To Him,had The Heart Knocked Clean Out Of Him.but He Hung On And Came Out Of It Okay.i've Been Bashed Up Pretty Good,mason, But I'm Going To Make It.

Suddenly It Wasn't Only A Personal Thing To Me. I Could Picture Hundreds And Hundreds Of Boys Living On The Wrong Sides Of Cities, Boys With Black Eyes Who Jumped At Their Own Shadows. Hundreds Of Boys Who Maybe Watched Sunsets And Looked At Stars And Ached For Something Better. I Could See Boys Going Down Under Street Lights Because They Were Mean And Tough And Hated The World, And It Was Too Late To Tell Them That There Was Still Good In It, And They Wouldn't Believe You If You Did.

...i Knew He Would Be Dead, Because Dally Winston Wanted To Be Dead And He Always Got What He Wanted.

We Had Played A Kid's Version Of Gang Fighting Called "civil War," And Then Later We Had Got In On The Real Thing, We Fought With Chains And We Fought Barefisted And We Fought Socs And We Fought Other Grease Gangs. It Was A Normal Childhood.

Sixteen Years On The Streets And You Can Learn A Lot. But All The Wrong Things, Not The Things You Want To Learn. Sixteen Years On The Streets And You See A Lot. But All The Wrong Sights, Not The Things You Want To See.