Vigil

Homies over and we feelin' cocky

One says he's gonna get his friend Molly

Ask if it's smart to go alone, he shrugged

Goes alone to get it and he meets up with his plug

Drive to the spot behind a barbershop and parking lot

Meets up with the plug and gets some molly and some pot

Guy reaches for his Glock, let's off some gunshots

Ears rung, left the scene fleein' from the cops

Left the body near some rocks

Cops came, counted nine shots, now his body in a box

City loss, posters up, in the populations thoughts

Aftermath of this was tears and two mugshots