I'm getting lost on this trail of my thoughts now I'm surrounded
Repressed how the shooter was dressed and how he sounded
Detectives saying recalls selective, I'm not clouded
But it's all boiled down to his dead and I've allowed it
Bang!
The gun shots rang out, his whole chest caved in
Body hit the ground, the older folks began their praying
Shooters car peeling as soon as they finished spraying
My mind's still saying there's ways that I could've saved him
But
Concrete beneath seemed to stick to my feet
I kept screaming, "you're not dead, wake up, you're just asleep!"
A horror scene, real things he always sees in his dreams
When nightmares control your life so much more than they seem
To
Checked the vitals, there was no trace of a pulse
Lost his life to some men who just shoot, **** and bolt
Men who rep to the death their colors, trapped with heat
But colors don't mean **** when you're covered in red, dead in the street