We passed him on the corner
Saw him in the stores
But when the sun went down
He was boardin' up his doors
Smoked him on the corner
Street stained red
Shot rang out
Before we all fled
He was playing' to steal makin' his deals
Goin' past the midnight hour
We awoke to sirens
On his grave, not a flower
Smoked him on the corner
Street stained red
Shot rang out
Before we all fled