Hot Rod and Steal
They say I got that look that could kill
Mug on my face
Mama don't think I'm a
disgracre
Let me call my cousin
I got something to tell her
With no titles
Blood couldn't define or seperate us
Hello?
"Sup foo"?
"Guess what happened"?
"What"?
One day chillin' at the park
Before the street lights or it was dark
Just me and my boys
Watcching them shoot dice
They say that boy crazy in the head
Maybe he skitzo
I 'ont know
Man anyway
Cuz' loosin'
I just looked down while he on the ground
He pull out this gun
My life flashing
I'm only eighteen
They murdered me
in cold blood
Suffering from gun wounds
Cops come and everybody
gone
I died alone
All I remember is this
burn
And that my name was pronounced
like a sign
I died slowly and alone
Nobody testifying
"Hello, man quit crying"!
"I can't, I miss you so much"!
"You know I love you, I 'ont want you crying".
"Just make sure one thing",
""They remember my story".
They say, "What if looks could kill"?
"They do".
"They ask, what if Heaven was a mile away"?
It is-
"You have now reached the end of your telephone
call to Heaven
To proceed you must believe
He is your savior and give
Him your soul"
Family contacted too late
So they couldn't help a youngin' heal
How you think that made me feel?
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