Cartel Sage

He was, born by a father that had no place to stay And out of a mother that had restless ways Then for the preacher he sold his days And lived a life of praise less ways, he got Gunned down in Mexico by a cartel sage If not for that day he would shine, short of rays, short of rays Then from his broken past he found his days Taken up by purpose in place of rage Tracked down his inner truth through troubled youth And gave songs to those who caught the blues, he got Gunned down in Mexico by a cartel sage If not for that day he would shine, short of rays, short of rays Was blinded short sighted, caught up in a frozen time Subsided the blindness, gave it up when the senses tired Gunned down in Mexico by a cartel sage If not for that day he would shine, short of rays, short of rays Gunned down in Mexico by a cartel sage If not for that day he would shine, short of rays, short of rays