Gun Violence

 

Stop clowning around

It’s because of a gun

I am no longer a son

I am now a son who is deceased, my soul has been unleashed

And the police have outlined my body with chalk

Young people need to stop all that so-called gangsta talk

It took two bullets to stop my heartbeat

And make me fall to the concrete

You standing there feeling powerful, cause I fell at your feet

In defeat

I just wanted to get my life right

My future was bright

Now it’s dark, because I’m 6ft under dirt

All I was doing was riding out for my boy

When you pulled up ready to destroy

You ran to jump in the fight

Not knowing what was going on

Then you reached for your glock

Unaware that my mama and lil sister was down that block

You looked at me like all of this was my fault

It’s your fault that my belongings are now in a vault

It’s your fault that my mama cries herself to sleep at night

It’s your fault that my lil sister is still waiting on me to come home.

It’s your fault that I became a would be

A would be husband

would be father

would be hero

It’s your fault because you carelessly bang bang

 

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