He lived by the gun He died by the gun He left before his time I remember that night like it was yesterday. Shots rang out through the streets, Screams of sheer horror followed. He lived his life as a Thug. His mother wants her baby back. She ran down the street towards the dead body, I heard her scream. The ambulance arrived and declared him dead. His baby brother hugged his mother, Repeatedly saying things 2 calm her, While in his heart he was crying. I knew I had lost a friend. Now I stand in front of his grave, Saying my proper Good-Bye's. I shed tearz still, Holding the gun that took his life. He lived by the gun He died by the gun He left before his time He was livin' a Thug's life And he payed 4 itBirth sign: Aquarius
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