Vixen

They called him crazy on the streets,
young and angry, one bad seed
He wore the colors of his call,
he'd be the baddest of them all
Shoot out came down in a police raid
By a Smith & Wesson .38 at 17 he met his fate
Chorus:
Fallen hero, what were you trying to prove?
Fallen hero, all you got was front page news
It's too late, tough break, read your epitaph
Fallen hero, how many others will follow in your path?
He had a lady, now she cries alone
It would come to this, she's always known
She remembers how he used to say,
there ain't no future anyway