A Bullet in His Head

He was the tough guy in my neighborhood
Always looking for problems and he made it good
Holding in fear all the main streets
But everyone should pay for his deeds 

Chorus:
bullet in his head a bullet in his head
bullet in his head a bullet in his head
He never ran and now he is dead

Breaking the law that’s all he could make
His fists were bleeding so as his blades
But anti-heroes often fall down
All the dictators lose their crowns

It happened one day when he went to his home
Streets stood still, but he was not alone
“I [bad word] up this word” was his last thought
Silence was broken by a shot