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12 strikes-
mid night-
i sit light-
levitate my third eye-
above the sky-
is my god there or is the bible a lie?
-should i cry?
then ask why?
the death blow-
was what i owe-
as my blood flow-
i just know
-i failed-
i bailed
-escaped my cell-
but end up in hell-
that's my jail.close my eyes and felt brail-
read i was blind and to frail-
my wund tells a tale.............
(beat switch)
the soul lays down back in to my physical frame-
the bullet goes back to the same gun that left me slain-
the pain-doesnt fallow someone screaming my name-
and im back hollaring at some dame before someone took they aim.
the gun goes back in the car-the car ends up back at the bar-
as the guy sits the slits disappear from what would be a scar.
etched within you see the name unspell-
each tear finds its way back from where they fell-now repels.
No more weird feeling in hi intrels.
the 4th 3rd 2nd and 1st shot go back in the cup-
and he exits backwards not thinking his life was fucked by some slut.
he gets back in the whip-105 miles per hour becomes 0 in the eclipse-
and he back at his drive way before he began to flip.
back out of the car through the garage door-
tfrom the kitchen
to bedroom for where he leftthe hoe crying and bitchen.
lying and snitchen.....
now the words rewind to "who is him?"
as the words were uttered he no longer hears it was his brother.
they go back to things being thrown-it rewinds to him on the phone-
while she walk back out the home-now there's a ring and a dial tone.
the supicion becomes a fiction- her love returns to an addiction.
he sits back down-but what we rewind fast forwards now.
(fwd)
the bullet hits-then another rips-
through the wind i hit the ground plus cant feel my finger tips.
i here screaming- my eyes gleaming-
its cold outside... i can either see death go by... or the wunds steaming.
leaking skin tweeking there is no heeling-
plus my left side lost all feeling.
i felt the guilt i built- as the stilt fallen....i was kilt(killed) the bullet was death callen.
as he stood over me screaming it aint right-
that was his wife- i can only say" a fake love isnt worth a real life".
he must of realized at the second-cause he dropped the weapon.
held me screaming somebody help me.
begging me to hold on-and so on- but im far gone-
he says hell no if i die he dies-begins to cry-and grabs the gun from his side.
i couldnt open my eyes-so i closed them and in an instance-
the innocent begs me for forgivness-but it aint his fault-
i begin to choke from one lung-
i take my last breath in death the last thing herd was “what have i done?”
the last thing i herd was something fall to the asphalt..
god no it was his body then his gun.