Juanito

Juanito died last night.
Shot dead out of spite...
On his way home but instead...
They shut off his light....
Juanito died last night

He was 26 years old...
Felt much older truth be told
His attitude as evident as his brown skin...
The streets were his element and his sin...
Drugs were a mean to an end...
With Money in his pockets no lack of friends..
Always ready with his ole 22
To shoot anyone with wrong colors that might come through

On a cold night in May,
After a dropoff that wasn't far away...
He hopped in his red MAZDA and dashed...
Carefree On his way to the money stash...
The hood on his back and his conscience gone...
Among the loud music he heard his phone...
He picked it up....
-"Juanito! Don't go there, stop"
But it was Too late...
Maybe it was fate...
He parked and stepped out of the car...
So dark was the spot he could see the stars...
He didn't notice the black Beemer...
Nor did he feel his light growing dimmer...
As three shots hit him dead on his chest....
Some money in the streets, they took the rest...
And let Juanito bleed out with some words of jest....

Juanito died last night ...
Shot dead for money and spite....
A future thats no longer there..
How, how is this fair....
Juanito died last night....