I knew what happened before I found out
I clung my little sister close as the shot rang out
I know it’s the holidays, but those weren’t Christmas lights
These were blue and red signifying a terrible end to the night
If I would have left two minutes earlier that could have been me
And the cops took my name down before I could even leave
This neighborhood is desolate- filled with empty souls
How many lives must you take to realize you’re no closer to reaching your goals?
The poor have so much to fight for – why are we fighting amongst ourselves
Instead we act as if we stand alone- as if there isn’t anyone else
Now I look at my streets differently, could it be him that shot the gun?
I guess this is something you have to get used to, growing up on the wrong side of the sun..
(Which means you can share and repost this as long as you attribute it to me.)