Revenge is a Cycle
We call it revenge
We call it amends
We call it making them pay for losing a friend
“A life that was lost out of no fault of their own, because an individual thought he was grown.”
It was a little situation, something that could have been handled
But instead he was shot in the head, then brutally strangled
The victim begged, pleaded, and grieved for his life
But the only response was dude I caught you doing my wife
The last thing I need to hear is you begging and pleading
You weren’t thinking about that when you were ruining her weave-in
Now you are begging for your life? That’s out of the question
I’m going to do you like you did me, you’re going to learn this lesson
Now revenge is a cycle what goes around comes around
A couple weeks later the shooter was killed
Only to find out his shooters were the brothers of Will
“A life that was lost out of no fault of their own, because an individual thought he was grown.”
The shooter is dead, Will is still gone
Revenge is a cycle, who’s the next one
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