Bottom-line
As I sat at the kitchen table and I opened my college congratulations letter
I felt my life just got a whole lot better
So my cuz asks are we still going over there ta?
And As I walked out the door straighten my Timbs my hat and adjusted my sag
See cuz I was in the in crowd
Due rag, pants sag, new era,
It was that I was at the wrong place at the right time
I was a marked man from the crowd in which I stand
I wasn’t shocked because I was a product of my society
And every where I go I’m gon take that mentality
Not knowing that being unique is the difference between life and death on these streets
Mistaken identity
But that ain’t stop me
From going to this house party that was shot up to weeks prior
But hanging around my Psuedo formulated homeboys claiming a brotherhood that left with the real thugs I feel is dyer
At this rate I’ll be sipping 40’s until my late 40s
*But just then I heard a engine roar and some body yell out drive by
While we stand there shooting the breeze just then somebody decided to shoot the breeze
As them shots rang and everybody just dashed
Unfortunately I fell to my knees and all I could see was them timbs and Air force 1’s run
But as I hear the footsteps of Air Force ones and timberland boot straps
I still here shots clap
All I could think of was how I was keeping it ghetto, keeping it hood and keeping it real
As I awaken laying on this concrete tombstone
Seeing My Cousin’s face as a tear begins to drop from his eye
And I say “Whoa that was a hard fall”
“Help me up Cuz, why you standing there”
“You look like you saw a ghost or something”
All I can think about is this ain’t December so why is he shedding tears
Where’s everyone running for yet your still here
Red white and blue feel the sky
Sounds of fire works in the sky but its not the fourth nor july
Nor this ain’t no TV show or no movie
As them guns flash lives genuinely pass
But as I held that college letter who knew it would be my last
Choppers sound no motorcycles or guns are not around
As I start try to get up my cuz begins to run away constantly looking back
For the first time in my life I feel free
Yet detached,
With a force pushing down on my chest
Preventing me to follow
But just as I loved the trap but for the first time I felt like I was the rat…..
Trapped
So….
But a bullet has no name while a bystander always is slain but that thought never made it to my brain
Flatline......
All I can think about is this ain’t December so why is he shedding tears
“You look like you saw a ghost or something”
“Help me up Cuz,why you standing there”
And I say “Whoa that was a hard fall”
Seeing My Cousin’s face as a tear begins to drop from his eye
As I awaken laying on this concrete tombstone
All I could think of was how I was keeping it ghetto, keeping it hood and keeping it real
I still here shots clap
But as I hear the footsteps of Air Force ones and timberland boot straps
Unfortunately I fell to my knees and all I could see was them timbs and Air force 1’s run
As them shots rang and everybody just dashed
While we stand there shooting the breeze just then somebody decided to shoot the breeze
But just then I heard a engine roar and some body yell out drive by
In my head all I can think is its just a drive by
And I open my eyes
Then I hear my cousin say are we still going over there?
And I here my cousin say are we going or not and I reply
No and don’t ask….. Why
As we I sit here
Out of time
Out of mind
But it doesn’t matter because im thankful I still got my Life Line
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