Life is like a graphic novel
For anyone
Coming out of a tragic hovel
Beautiful women
Broken up
Before they become classic models
His mother’s an old girl
Classic model
She grew [knowing no] better
Writing her story
Hoping history will never forget her
Playing the role of boy’s first lady
He was mother’s first baby
Getting caught up in the thirst
Maybe
Led to the hunger for riches
Getting satisfied by a pale Lacey
Mind in the clouds
Getting lifted by the haze
Old young
Forgetting his age
Man now
Two days later
All they hear is
Man down
Better of the best
Hands down
Stand-up guy
But the world never met him
Reality setting
Sunshine fades
And now they’re standing by his grave
Reality set in
They have to defend the crown of the king
This poor war was only made for the ones who’ll win
They know that
They get [‘em]
But it’s a head for an eye
They know that
Go get [‘em]
Graphic
He lived his life as a lesson
And this genocide
Won’t let history forget him