Who'd have known that drug lords feelings are so sensitive?//
All I did was tell him that a small order of weed wasn't so imperative//
His face got red and his kunckles began to turn white//
I saw the danger just in time and in fright I ran into the night//
Hours later there were already rumors i was dead//
The lord was so engraged he put a price on my head//
Ember glares burn into my spine as I weep to myself mentally//
I think about my baby and my girl about how much they meant to me//
Creeping down shady looking streets and side alley ways//
Im watching my back making sure to avoid the gang banger gaze//
I can almost feel the cross hair as they graze acorss my spine//
The silk of my coffin glance my face as I come near my time//
The shadow becomes my friend, but it becomes my enemy//
A place to reconcile but a place where a bullet waits for me//
A red hot bitch that can rip through my soul and my heart//
The kind of thing that can split a scalp and give new meaning to "hair part"//
Streetlights are a sign saying "stay Away" as I creep along//
Every listening for that gun shot, aka the Sniper's Song//
Was that movement, no, now im getting paranoid//
In everything lurks my death, something else to avoid//
My friends and family are nonexistent, I am fending for myself//
Fuck fame and wealth...im stuck fending for me, pride up on the shelf//
A jungle of pavement, dumpsters and buildings my place to hide//
The only place where I can have some safety as I cry inside//
I creep up the street, breathing with baited breath//
There the lord was, muzzle glinting, in his eyes were my death


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ps: this was SS verse