Wind's crashing into the window frame Home becomes a foreign place You're too close to feel safe Ain't no hope, no love, no grace Oh poor boy, how long have you been this way? Hiding in the closet, counting down the days Cause dad is angry after a few sips of wine One false move may put you on the line Oh poor boy just run and run Look for your own promised land And keep just one photograph To remember who you are That's the sad story of many a poor boy Boys like you, like me, like Troy Growing up with a gun in their hand One more day could be too late Oh poor boy just run and run Look for your own promised land And keep just one photograph To remember who you are Oh Troy poor boy just run and run Look for your own promised land And keep just one photograph To remember who you are Who you are