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"Index Finger"


"Index Finger" By Lynisha Arceus My index finger Is the same finger that pulled that trigger To bust at that nigga The same finger that pointed out that nigga As he walks from the corner store Arzone tea on his right Holding onto his little girl On her bike I did not mean to hit his kid The bultllet was for that nigga I pulled that trigger With intiotion of hitting that nigga Now that pavement is covered With blood but not from that nigga The nine trigger Is covered with prints (of my index finger) The same prints that's match up With an inmate in prison Severing a life sentence All of this cause I tried to end one nigga I scan through the direction with my index finger I was so in a rush to pull the trigger That I miss read that bullte do not have belt in GPs Now his little girl is laid to rest Because my index finger could not rest off the trigger I'm severing a life sentcens Metaly and physically I put my index finger to my head And pull the inmagnay trigger Cause I should of been the nigga who's died Not that little incent bystander All of this cause of what my index finger did to that trigger
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