When I was 10 years old I seen a man take 3 in the head
Probably around the same time he used to P in the bed
I stay a wake cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead
The killer fled wit laugh
My heart pumpin on blast I just stare at him something to grasp
Arms moving figure shaking spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug
There I stood stiffer than wood
See homie use to buy me candy
Now he’s gone whose provide his family
My ear ringing should have been runnin'
I never thought I could be that sick
! I was suppose to see that bad
That’s when I thought it was more than 3 shots
He could have been aiming for me
Maybe he circled around the block
I turn around to my pops
He like what happen?
This man rolled up and started clappin’
I can still hear them laughin’