He was, born by a father that had no place to stay
And out of a mother that had restless ways
Then for the preacher he sold his days
And lived a life of praise less ways, he got
Gunned down in Mexico by a cartel sage
If not for that day he would shine, short of rays, short of rays
Then from his broken past he found his days
Taken up by purpose in place of rage
Tracked down his inner truth through troubled youth
And gave songs to those who caught the blues, he got
Gunned down in Mexico by a cartel sage
If not for that day he would shine, short of rays, short of rays
Was blinded short sighted, caught up in a frozen time
The blindness subsided, gave it up when the senses tired
Gunned down in Mexico by a cartel sage
If not for that day he would shine, short of rays, short of rays
Gunned down in Mexico by a cartel sage
If not for that day he would shine, short of rays, short of rays