Little boy all alone rejected
His parents just had him ejected
Their love for him was not effective

The little boy goes his own way
Guns and drugs the way that he plays
In the playground that’s where he stays
Until the police take on his case.

Older boy he’s in prison
Didn’t know he shouldn’t be messing
With those other kids that were shouting and cussing
At him

Boy grows up
His life in pieces
He doesn’t know his nephew’s and nieces
He’s been cut off,  treated like feoces for years

Old man nearly dead
Thinks , what's all this worry in my head
If I hadn't held on to my past so much
And just done what ever the fuck I wanted to all my life, I'd die a happier man ! 

Just trying to help. 

It sounds like your on to the 'We will rock you' 'young boy kicking his can on the street' story, and sound a little like your talking about some red indian after a while. I like the idea and you might sing it perfectly but it needs a little more poetic depth before it really gels for me.