I love a lot of things and some might not be included
I’m not trying to be mean this very second or rude and stupid
But sometimes I forget about certain people, the situation is putrid
So with the first phase nearly concluded, think smart and forget stupid
I love the air that coerces my lungs; I once needed it young
Because of three bullets that breathed from the gun
These men were disease encrypted and were bread grunge
One of those bullets penetrated my lung and I thought I was done
I never thought I would be the one to think I would never see the sun
But when the day begun the gangs had fun; I don’t think it was on purpose
Because Justin and I were playing football on the parks surface
Then a stray bullet took me to the ground; I could tell Justin was nervous
And if it weren’t because of him noone would have heard this
The memory is alive and the last thing I remember is my moms kiss