Acabou
Mc Tom
It's Over
It's over, the boy's dream
That dream is over, it wasn't
God who took it, it was the man who killed
(It wasn't God who took it, it was the man who killed)
The man who killed)
My son was a warrior, a young dreamer
Dreamed of being a great, a beautiful player, a
Stray bullet that dream ended, his dream ended.
My son was very humble and very affectionate, always
Respected me, didn't give me trouble, he was all I had
He was my great love but a son killed.
It's over, the boy's dream
That dream is over, it wasn't
God who took it, it was the man who killed
(It wasn't God who took it, it was the man who killed)
The man who killed)
In the coffin crowns of roses and flower petals and that mother
Crying for her great love, in the middle of the wake she
Kneeled, she vented
My son mommy is always praying for you, asking
To Jesus Christ to take care of you, my little angel
I just have to say I will never forget you
It's over, the boy's dream
That dream is over, it wasn't
God who took it, it was the man who killed
(It wasn't God who took it, it was the man who killed)
The man who killed)
