I see a hooded man walk into my neighborhood
Dressed up in black, from the boots to the hood
He prowls the street like a cat in the middle of the night
Walks around hands in his pocket until he reaches his target
Kablaam kablaam kablaam
Gunshots ring in the air
The people disappear
Only to reappear with fear to find their star lying dead
What's his crime? They all asked...
Who's the killer? They all wonder...
Yet nobody knows but the sender