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mcrc
July 23rd, 2008, 04:50 AM
It starts off that night with a phone call he received
Hoping the next sigh he would breath with relief
But after the call he was filled with nothing but grief
Felt he was falling like a tiny little leaf
That a little girl had gone and tossed to the side
Reciting he loves me and loves me not and then cried
Cuz the last leaf was a not and the news that he got
Was a distorted voice saying “your best friends been shot”
So now he’s slowly falling to the ground
As the wind is simply blowing him around
Puts the phone down and looks up at his reflection
Felt alone nobody around to give him affection
Home alone the pain pounding down and stretching
Every bit of his mind to a fine line it was etching
Then he remembered when bullets had grazed his own body
But it was his friend who would now be 6 feet under and rotting

One minute your chillin’ next minute their gone
Then the ticks of the clock start sounding like bombs
Sitting alone crying while every one is dying
Life ain't fair but dude you just can’t stop trying

Fast forward a couple months it seems he recovered
Older sister moved 2 days pass and what had he discovered?
She died too on a highway moving to a new life
Leaving him with more pain, anguish and strife
She was the victim of a drunk drivers careless mistake
By picking up his keys he had successfully sealed her fate
Her brother back home thinking “he probably had a good time”
Drinking touching and rubbing some girls enjoying a grind
Then hopping on his car speeding going the wrong way
Colliding with her car instantly taking her life away
All he left were the heartbroken father and mother
This incident even took the life of the infant brother
At least the killer died he thinks as he’s sitting at home
Feeling like a corpse with no soul just sitting alone
He’s thinking about everything life is constantly spotting
And how 2 more bodies 6 feet under together and rotting


One minute your chillin’ next minute their gone
Then the ticks of the clock start sounding like bombs
Sitting alone crying while every one is dying
Life ain't fair but dude you just can’t stop trying


Some more time passes and he’s ready to commit murder
Loved ones being disrespected is what brings him just further
To that point of insanity that led many to panicking
As he attempts to start banishing all rationality
A morning comes when he get up and starts traveling
With a loaded gun and a clueless accomplice
Who was just there to help one goal be accomplished
To weed out the problem bring it out and just stomp it
That’s how he put it cuz of course murder is that simple
Nothing more complicated than popping a pimple
But when our friend got up to finally commit the act
He realized evil and ruthless behavior is what he lacked
He couldn’t take the gun and shoot a hole in another
When he tried he just got images of his sister and brother
Put the gun down began to focus on rhymes he was jotting
Said he couldn’t be the reason for another 6 foot deep rotting

One minute your chillin’ next minute their gone
Then the ticks of the clock start sounding like bombs
Sitting alone crying while every one is dying
Life ain't fair but dude you just can’t stop trying