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