I wake up early in the morning, get dressed, and kiss my wife and children goodbye/
Thinking about the last time I've been promoted and cry/
I can get the money for the Surgery I need for my Mom/
And I start to think of my Dad, I lost him to Oklahomian Bomb/
I'm driving in my mercades, swerving, I'm fuzzy, and lately, I've been feeling Hazy/
I close my eyes for a moment, I need this promotion, nothing can phase me/
I speed a little bit, because I don't want to be late/
This last meeting signs my life over, and deals me my fate/
I arive, early, as planned, and I walk in the door/
I greet the receptionist, I done fucked twice before, and think god she's a whore/
I could have ruined my life with her, and lost both my kids/
But I got the pictures back, at aunreasonable bid/
I jog up the steps, cause the elevator is broke/
They said they was gonna repair last week, shyt, that's a joke/
I bust in the meeting room, with my briefcase, I sat down, I was sickening soon/
Went to the bathroom, then came out, all of a sudden, heard boom!/
It's getting hecktic, I ran back to hall... the room I was in, just was just crashed into, and I started to fall/
I balled, toward the opposite end, I heard it again, the plane just exploded, as I fell down the length of steps, and stabbed myself with a pen/
I jumped up bleeding, I had to get out/
all the exits sealed off, what the fucks this about/
I get off a few floors down, and ran to a room/
I opened the window and looked down to my doom/
I took a step back, and I thought to myself, I'd rather die a man, flying through air/
Than one trapped under a cieling or shelf/
So I took a step back, prayed to god and took my last breath, before I ran and jumped, and soared to my death...

R.I.P all Sept. 11 casualties

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