El Pequeño Tomi

Little Tomi was a junkie
But not anymore
'Cause his uncle killed him
He shot him dead, shot him dead
Little Tomi, his uncle killed him

Little Tomi was a restless kid
His mom would say: Don't cross the hood
But he wouldn't listen, he was stubborn
Smoked everything, drank like a champ

The teachers said: That kid's messed up
The neighbors talked all around the block
But Uncle Ricardo, a stand-up guy
Had a way to make him change his mind

Little Tomi was a junkie
But not anymore
'Cause his uncle killed him
He shot him dead, shot him dead
Little Tomi, his uncle killed him

Ricardo tried to give him good advice
He said: That powder ain't powdered sugar
Tomi laughed and said: Dude, chill out
And that's when the uncle pulled out the .45

Little Tomi was a junkie
But not anymore
'Cause his uncle killed him
He shot him dead, shot him dead
Little Tomi, his uncle killed him

Now in the neighborhood they say he was a saint
His picture's on candles and in a golden frame
His uncle smiles, the law cleared him
And Tomi rests without rehab

Little Tomi ain't suffering anymore