THE SWITCH

"HANDS UP" "HANDS UP" .....DON'T SHOOT is the look that you can see up on my face.

"BANG" "BANG" man down is what they all say HIS name HER name THEY name you ask are the innocent kids who are getting killed each and everyday.

BULLETS  fly by leaving they trade mark cause they have no name, so anybody could get hit. Them 30. 40, 50 rounds you hearing turns into a complete SILENCE. Those cars you see right behind another ain't for no wedding day. Its you WITNESSING another life that got taken.

THOSE PEOPLE WHO ARE GONE NOW...

THOSE PEOPLE WHO ARE GONE NOW...

THOSE PEOPLE WHO ARE GONE NOW...

Families lives will never be the same. No more laughter or joy, just a sorrow of a great depression cause what they took was something that they called their blessing.

Anybody LIFE could get took. Just as quick as you blink your eyes and watch a murdered that you had nothing to do with, but since you saw what happen they put a PRICE TAG on your head and the same ones who you call your HOMIE or your HOME GIRL is the same ones that will put the bullet to your head.

Cry over you then come to your funeral SIT BACK AND KICK IT with the fams like they had nothing to do with it .PHONY KICKING is what i call it cause while there out here making money so they say.

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND, AND EVERY DOG HAS ITS DAY, the script is being flip and now its their judgment day, but what happen was that didn't nobody pull the ""TRIGGA"" it was just a flash back memory of this COLD BLOODED KILLER

 

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