Yellow tape around his body, it’s a fucking homicide
His face is on a T-Shirt and his family’s traumatized
I didn’t even mean to shoot ’em, he just caught me by surprise
I reloaded my pistol, cocked it back, and shot him twice
His body dropped down to the floor and he had teardrops in his eyes
He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die
I told ’em it’s too late my friend, it’s time to say, “Goodbye”
And he died inside my arms, blood all on my shirt