Paul Bell

Brothers

Black on good

Touches his manhood

Like a mother should

Thinks it should be in a museum

For God and good

Joey, dreamlike

Always plays it cool

Keeps a gun tucked

Fourteen carat

Sideways dude

Mississippi, likes the rap

Urban cowboy

Got a holster with a flap

Just call me Missi

With an I

The first to die

Deals going down

Going down good

Expansion is the mood

Big time around the bend

Not now but when

Time to ascend

Hit the new den 

Death was quick for Missi

With an I

No fast draw

Urban cowboy

Shot in both eyes

Joey heard the scream

Through the dream

Pulled from the tuck

Kill you all

Shot off his balls

Sideways fall

Black on good

Like a brother

Felt their pain

Shot trying to save

Respect 

Got his final wish

Passed the Museum to his grave.