The Day
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Woke up that morning it had to be 40 degreez
But tha fire in my mind made it hard for me to breath
I was sweatin as expected…the incident played without fail
Everytime I get on track…my train seems to get de-railed
Sinful thoughts filled my mind…I got up in a rage
It’s been suppressed for ten years, but now the beast’s outta it’s cage
With a twinkle in my eye and a fire fueling inside
I got my keys hopped in my car ready to go for a ride
Drove to his house around the way…he stayed in the general vicinity
Knocked on the door…he answered…I’m the last nigga he wanted to see
Wit a sawed off in my hand and the devil on my shoulder
I looked at his begging eyes and my heart turned colder
Cuz that’s the same look my sister had the day he took her virginity
Put the barrel to his head ready to send him to meet his entity
Then I smacked him with tha shotty and told his ass “TAKE THAT”
“What you took from my sister you can never give back”
Looked up and begged forgiveness then took one last breath
Pointed tha barrel at that bitch, then put a slug in his chest
Offin that parasite of a man left me elated and free of stress
Then I took a seat on his porch and waited on my arrest
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Tha Incident
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I was only a kid of twelve years when life killed my spirit
My mom’s man raped my sister and would’nt admit that he did it
She was only a little older maybe a girl of fourteen
I was getting off the bus, walked in the house and heard the screams
Saw him victimize my sister…he took away her innocence
And at that moment I decided they would be alike…in a sense
Because I vowed he’d be my bitch, I would make him a victim
Told mom about what happened…but she didn’t wanna listen
It’s been ten years since that Monday…September tha 26th
Mom ended up dumpin tha nigga, but I still think about tha shit
I took it harder than my sister…see…I was supposed to protect her
Let this dose of poison in my house and I watched her inject her
Her screams haunt my dreams, as it plays like a bad movie scene
I awake in cold sweats, the whole thing seems routine
My sister’s accepted it, been to counselin a number of times
And the days she doesn’t think about it, shit seems so sublime
But I hate that nigga wit a passion and I promised myself revenge
His face is etched in my memory…everytime I see it I cringe
1-5-1 mixed wit Coke got me planning and plottin
And by tha end of tha night that niggaz body was droppin