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Banned: Spamming
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IP:
I stuck to the drive by topic. I dont have enuff time to write about sumthin else. Anyways. Do what you want heres the verse we were originally set.
Drive By
Doors locked, gun cocked, sitting in the front seat with Pete,
about to do one last hit, to rid a piece off shit off the street.
I wont be beat, except defeat and try and get with the times,
Instead ill seek vengeance, for my dead daughter of nine.
It couldn’t sit on my mind, that my childs life was wasted,
And that im suppose to move on, take the grief and embrace it.
I still keep her bracelet and memories of her close to my heart,
And now its not a new beginning, it’s the end about to start.
So here im driving, with my friend Pete, best friend for years,
Who loved my daughter just as much and shed as many tears.
We coming close to our destination, I begin to reminisce,
The way she would giggle, when I gave her a little kiss.
This sadness turns to rage, the rage becomes hate,
I clutch the gun near my chest, which decides this bastard’s fate.
Ill try and tear his face, rip the flesh to show the bone,
I’ll fire a bullet for every day my little girl never comes home.
Petes saying we are there, I can see him by the grey building,
Waiting to deal crack, to the local mislead children.
I think about her death, the way her flesh had holes in it,
And the way it took so slow, for her to die within that minute.
Him and his gang of thugs, who were drug selling fools,
Came to unleash bullets at a dealer near my daughters school.
I don’t know who to blame, but I do know who to kill,
A young black youth by the name of Mark Le’Rae Hill.
I feel fury as I watch him stand, with his gang of scum Mexicans,
But its time I gave these guys a taste of their own medicine.
If only he could feel my pain, well im gonna try my best,
So we drive past him, ready to put my pain to rest.
This pest is gonna use is last breath, make the most of it nigger,
And I reach out the window screaming as I begin to squeeze the trigger…….
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