I've been shot.

As I lay here, I always wondered the feeling of death.

Scary thing is, I wasn't afraid....hmm funny;

I live right up the block.

And the trigger man,

he's the same guy I shook hands with that walked out my spot.

Why did it come to this?

This pain in my chest, hurts not from the bullet,

the shooter was my bestfriend.

I stand over him as he stands over me,

"thought I told you homie, trust nobody".

I see my girl walk up,

"That means nobody".

*BANG*

I've been shot.

As I lay here, I always wondered the feeling of betrayal....