Tommy's bustop, Tommy's bustop, too bad, so sad
Tommy's bustop, Tommy's bustop, too bad, so sad
Where I used to wait every day to see his little face, what a face
Where I used to wait every single day to see his face, what a face
You get a funky feeling, while watching me through the fence
You want to have my soul, and steal my confidence
I'm shooting hoops and that's no good, that's your worst enemy
You want to dim my dreams and capture me
I can shoot you, you won't die
I can drop you, you won't fall
I can smoke you, you won't crack
It's a tragedy, tragedy, yeah
As you turn away, we hear you cryin
As you start to pray, we hear you call
I hear you call, yeah
And when you come into my room, you'll play my favorite beat
You'll make it so so cool, I won't feel the heat
And when I'm higher than the sky, you'll watch me crash and burn
Another victory, my tragedy
We can shoot you, you won't die
We can drop you, you won't fall
We can smoke you, you won't crack
We can quit you, you come back
We can hate you, you just laugh
Turn away but you still try
To destroy our precious life
It's a tragedy, tragedy, yeah
As you turn away, we hear you cryin
As you start to pray, we hear you call
As you walk away, we hear you cryin
Don't make our mistake, 'cause now we're gone
You're getting education you know that's killing me
You're reading books and shooting hoops, my two worst enemy's
If you ignore me I will dry up and I'll blow away
But I'll be back for you some other way
I see your little brother I'm gonna make him