Ode to Mikey

Lately I been thinkin,
sleepin's been hard.
Thought of you,
body bags coming thru.

One in the head,
and ashes to dust.
The game is rough,
rough and tough.

In a town without pitty,
you came to play,
where the cops are bad,
and the badest are bad in every way.
Your young, invinceable,
till lead cut you down.

One in the head,
and ashes to dust.
The game is rough,
rough and tough.

Mikey we done you wrong,
and we feel you even today.
What words might have worked,
if we only knew of our selfish ways.

One in the head,
and ashes to dust.
The game is rough,
rough and tough.