After the shots fired...


I just lay and reminice with quivering lips, amiss
Not if I would of missed but why I didn't take the risk
This shit? Is it worth it? Cuz now i'm feeling worthless
I'm told I did the right thing...
... but have no grounds to support it
My mind contorts with, notions and different choices
Which are all blurred out by my consciences many voices
But I rejoice in my sorrow, because my souls still alive
because any joy I can conjure up to my mind is a bribe
So maybe my mind just might end up letting me survive
And not dive into the truth I'm just trying to hide



With the judgement I lack, I struggle to keep my head intact
Knowing that after the shot's fired, I can never get it back



It sucks having a gun, because it comes with responsibility
And it's that same thing that can haunt, and its killing me
Wanted for three murders, I had the fucking guy
Standing right in front of me, looking me in the eye
Almost as if to say "Im READY TO DIE!"...
... but it's a lie ...
So at gunpoint I scrample for thought, but heres the plight
I have the Green light to kill, but do I read him his rights?



With the judgement I lack, I struggle to keep my head intact
Knowing that after the shot's fired, I can never get it back


But heres the truth, the moment I saw him I checked my eyes
And confirmed to myself it was someone I recognized
someone I couldn't despise, so instead I stood speechless
You might say I'm feeble, but how would you meet this?
So as I took no action, the crook got to actin
Whipped the heat out quick and I saw it flashin
My reaction? A disaster, my sorrow's got me mad
Cuz now i'm a failure as a cop, as well as a dad
And after that? I couldn't live with myself.. so I stopped
And I put the gun to my temple and I finished the job


With the judgement I lack, I struggle to keep my head intact
Knowing that after the shot's fired, I can never get it back