Tragedy

Yea he sing like Frank Sinatra

How he leaking, ion know maybe bullets told his soul it had to leave em

He ain't going home see the people that he leaving

And they jacked his pockets this the shit that got me tweaking

Wrong place wrong time, stopped at the wrong red light

Fear for your life don't need that every time, we go outside another homicide

Pray a good life gone arrive just in time before a tragedy

Before a tragedy, before a tragedy, before a tragedy

But hey that's how life goes fasho

Find your way out then you stick to them goals

Or you can grip that pole, nobody really knows cause the story ain't been told