Nineteen years of walking wrong, doing wrong as a son,
Caught up with me in the form of a gun,
Three clean shots, to my chest, lungs full of blood,
Momma crying, soaking in my blood as she hugged,
Can't tell her how much love is in the heart of a thug,
Lay for twenty-four hours, fighting death for my life,
hooked up to a machine, can't breathe and I'm powerless,
Goodbye to all my haters and lovers, goodbye to the struggle,
Goodbye to all the troubles that made me have to mug you,
Give up the will to live, breath is shallow and quick,
I'm watching y'all from heaven, standing next to Jesus.
The Last Twenty -four - that's how I spent it.