The Belgae (/ˈbɛldʒiː/ or /ˈbɛlɡaɪ/) were a large confederation of tribes living in northern Gaul, between the English Channel and the west bank of the Rhine, from at least the third century BC. They were discussed in depth by Julius Caesar in his account of his wars in Gaul. Some peoples in Britain were also called Belgae and O'Rahilly equated them with the Fir Bolg in Ireland. The Belgae gave their name to the Roman province of Gallia Belgica and, very much later, to the modern country of Belgium.
The consensus among linguists is that the ethnic name Belgae comes from the Proto-Celtic root *belg- or *bolg- meaning "to swell (particularly with anger/battle fury/etc.)", cognate with the Dutch adjective gebelgd, "to be very angry" and verbolgen, "being angry", and the Old English verb belgan, "to be angry" (from Proto-Germanic *balgiz), derived ultimately from the Proto-Indo-European root *bhelgh- ("to swell, bulge, billow"). Thus, a Proto-Celtic ethnic name *Bolgī could be interpreted as "The People who Swell (particularly with anger/battle fury)".
Just out Monday
Run into a friend
Down the street
Down the street where I live
Sad things begin
I could feel from within
From the message
From the message
He had to give
'Bout a buddy of mine
Running out of time
Somebody past noon
Shot across the room
And now the man no longer lives
Too bad about him
Too sad about him
Don't get me wrong
The man is gone
But it's a wonder
He lived this long
Up in the city
They called him Boss Jack
But down home
He was a alley cat
Didn't care nothing
'Bout being black, oh, Billy Jack
Can't be no fun
Can't be no fun
To be shot, shot with a hand gun
Body sprawled out
You without a doubt
Running people out
There on the floor, oh, oh, oh
Bad bloody, bloody mess
Shot all up in his chest
One sided duel, gun and a fool
What a way to go
Up in the city
They called him Boss Jack
But down home
He was a alley cat
Didn't care nothin'
'Bout being black