[Verse 1: TTY TOM]
Here lays a young man on the soulless ground
No sound from the mouth
Silenced by a single round
Never even found maximum potential
Was this intentional?
Was this accidental?
Tell me what God tries to tell you
Was this the picture he painted to present his very life?
Out of billions that survive he decided the paint would dry
No more time or chances just to find alternatives
This occurrence is
Finalised, don't even dare to question this
In the painting he drew happiness growing from his next of kin
Like the cherry blossoms that just touch right past your skin
In the spring, this kid all day plays football so he sprints
Towards the ball, try to repossess what he left

But there's a risk for that
Did he think of that?
Did he think the other team would be willing to give it back?
Did he think he'd achieve his goal?
If so, why did he not take a shot when he had the ball?
He had the chance to be celebrated
Same time hated
But appreciated, and rated
So why did he not demonstrate his skill
Animate his will
Translate what he feels
Instead of having toes frozen deep into fear
For was it God to blame
Or the body that his mother gave a name to
Cos now, he don't have a chance

Now, He don't even stand well

Other team took a shot, now he's out without a yell, yeah