The Ballad of Ibragim Todashev
They grilled him through the dark of night
And then they took his life,
But he was just another Muslim
And they said he had a knife.
They shot him all of seven times,
With a kill shot to the head.
He was about to admit to a heinous crime.
They say so…and he’s dead.
He scared them with his martial arts;
He was just too strong, too quick,
And about that knife they said he had,
Would you believe a stick?
When those folks ever lie.
They’re Whitey Bulger’s biggest friends.
They’re the FBI.