It's too late
I was just driving
Driving with her.
Starr.
Harry Potter.
My best friend.
My first kiss.
The girl that I loved
But this white cop pulled us over
Patted me down three times
He’s searching for something.
Something that could put me in jail.
But there’s nothin’ there
I checked on Starr.
Wanna to see if she’s ok
BAM BAM BAM
I got shot three time
It’s too late.
She’s screaming
Crying.
But it’s too late.
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