Man, you were glowing,
Doors were opening,
You were determined to make a good life,
For you and your son.
He used to call your room,
“Da Da room, Da Da room.”
Now he calls it his room,
And I don’t want him to forget about you.

Peace and love, Coby.
Peace and love, Coby.

Since you been gone,
I’ve been traveling with a pair of your shoes,
To Columbus, Ohio,
To London,
And Paris, too.
I’d rather have you,
Than a pair of shoes painted golden and blue,
And please know that I am fighting,
For justice for you.

Peace and love, Coby.
Peace and love, Coby.

Peace and love, Coby.