Tears pour out from the reality I try to hide,.
I can't anymore,
My sisters and brothers died.
I sit in school wondering what if that life was me,
I only got two officers at my school,
Some teachers will dodge the bullet for themselves.
Blood does not separate us from being different,
Bullets do not have a name,
Bullets have a aim that will fire at any time.
If I told you that could have been my life I will not be lieing,
I am shaken by the scene,
But like XXXTENTACTION said people have lucid dreams
Death have been marked,
I'm glad I was not the target,
Someone took the stand by themselves without blaming even though society is changing.