He Was Only Sixteen
Keanan Oviedo
Original God
The day that he met you he tried to forget
What you took from him, his whole life he'd regret
He trembled around his loved ones, couldn't know
Would they look at him like a sick circus show
Would they laugh like the one who bestowed his pain?
The devil would surely and poisoned his brain
The gun from his father they'd never have seen
Poor mama, your boy lost his life at sixteen
