Short Lived

He was a real kind kid

Never owned a gun

His momma didn't know what she did

Growin' up he never had no fun

His daddy smoked pot by the lid

Then shined like a settin' sun

Along the way he learned to place a bid

And not stop 'til the dealin' was done

A car hit him...away it went on to skid

The boy lived a life on the run

Quick to make a stranger smile

He spoke with a stutter

The boy liked that punk rock style

He begged for his bread and butter

Insanity could've been the case to file

He was a stone cold cutter

His tongue was slick and vile

In your face he loved to sputter

Shot dead...the case never went to trial

Cuz the boy was from the gutter

There was a shine in the way he smiled

While he stayed in his lane

After the streets his heart was styled

He loved goin' against the grain

Traumatized since a child

With no end to his pain

Cards against him stacked and piled

A needle blew his heart and his brain

The boy was born to be wild

He was most definatley insane

He did some bad

He did some good

What made him glad

Was doin' what he should

To break free from the fad

On which all his morals stood

A man puttin' a gun to his dome made him mad

His last words "Wish you would"

His death got folks cryin' and feelin' sad

The boy was from deep in the hood