gun press to my chest...in his eyes its hate i see
but atleast my hood can say that i went out like a 'g'
the fear flashes in his eyes and the pressure builds in figga
my heart skips a beat as his finga pulls the trigga
not dead on the spot as my soul still remains
but the end of my life starts with on shot to the brain
damn i never knew that i would view the feelin of the end
my last breath from my lung was just another gone with the wind
i didnt even get another flash of the good times in life i had
my soul watchs my human shell as they zip up the black body bag.............

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