alright not my best but i typed somethin up in word right quick


At 2:23 1989 on the 12 of April something major happened//
A lil boy was brought in my life and I quit rappin//
My girl stood their with shock in her eyes//
The baby wasn’t even a week old and already had a lock on her thighs//
I gotta new job and my lil boy began to get older//
But that’s when the downfall came and I started to get bolder//
Me bein the man of the house tried to keep this foundation standin//
And when my girl when on a trip the news came across the camera//
About how a plane just crashed and people think it was a terrorist attack//
I dropped my lil boy on the sofa but picked em back up cuz I thought it was an act//
Then I was expectin my wife to come home the next evening//
But when she didn’t reality hit me as I turned to the TV//
She was in the WTC and she died in the mission//
So years passed I struggled my boy didn’t care//
He hadn’t even hit puberty already sellin drugs hear and there//
One day I was on the block makin my daily runs//
I saw a tall figure in the distance but I knew he was holdin a gun//
I walked up closer cuz curiosity was killin me//
Knowin damn well that fillin me was his only tendency//
I walked up point-blank and stared in the niggaz face//
And it was so familiar and I wanted to put my son in his place//
So I screamed at the top of my lungs and snatched the gun//
It went off but hit nothing then he started to run//
I fired once caught em in the knees and that slowed em down//
I figured a couple more shots outta hold em down//
I didn’t fire just walked up on him cryin//
Inside my soul was slowly dyin//
I screamed “I wish u were never born and I know u feel da same”//
“u don’t love me so if I had the heart I would splatter ya brain”//
u aint do shit for one muthphucka in the family”//
I put drinks in the fridge I put food in the pantry”//
I gripped the gat with all might and I wanted to run//
Cuz since day one I regretted this homo bein my son//
He was the reason that his moms got caught in the crash//
He was the reason that his father started to smash//
He’s the reason that he grew up witta fucked up brain//
He’s the reason that white stuff was in this mans brain//
I dropped the gun and walked away in a steadily motion//
Then I started to pace myself I was headed for the ocean//
And then “Bam” I fell flat with a little life left to dance with//
And I regret not killin em when I had the chance then//