Monday, June 7, 2010

Three and counting

Bullets fallen between the earth
From the guns that left the hurt
Upon the families who never knew
Of the pain the streets could really do
I've lost a friend or maybe two
Rest in peace to you know who
Your heart gave out on you one day
I wasn't around but I heard them say
You was walking, looked up
Grabbed your chest as you stopped
Looked as if you had no air
Couldn't be saved as if they cared
And to the ground you went
Your time here, wasn't well spent.
One and counting. .

Making money wasn't easy
You hustle hard, for real my nizzie
Getting older pushing more work
Shooting at them niggas
You were always alert
Caught you slipping
Hit like three times
Do you see why
This was street wise
In the end, yeah yo he died.
It hit us deep, yeah yo we cried.
Two and counting. .

Even though I never knew you
Hearing you was murdered
Shit hurt like needles
Shot ten times
It was a set up
I wish you wasn't gone
Brother please get up
Can you hear me
Are you there
Bless your soul
Heaven is near.
I'm done now, can't go on
I'm feeling all types of torn.
Back to the day I was born
I was alone and now your gone.
Three and counting. .

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