J

There is nothing more dangerous than something that goes astray,

Whether it's a person, or a plan, well it was a bullet on that day.

Now I'm sitting at this funeral, 2013, 3rd of May.

 Front row, next to his mom, thinking there's nothing that I can say.

What can I really say to someone who has lost their son?

The crushing guilt that I feel has got to way a ton.

Me and her boy, we were supposed to be having fun,

But he got shot, gun fight, stray bullet, my gun.

 

His mother never trusted me a day in her life,

And now looking back I can see she was right.

Me and J were tight.

J and her would fight

All because of the gang bangers that hunt the streets at night.

See, I was one of em,

Back when I thought that I couldn't die.

And he wanted to roll wit us, well back when he was alive.

There was something about the power, awakened something inside,

Made me feel like I could take any , and steal his ride.

Roll up on em wit my s, snapbacks tilt to the side

and leave that leaking wet with 4 shots... Maybe 5?

And that's what we did.

And J wanted in even though he was a kid.

 Just turned 16, good grades, big dreams.

Killing wasn't his thing, so we let him push a brick.

How he did it I'll never know,

But we saw our money start to grow,

And best believe we let it show

Cause we all went out and bout a whip.

I'm talking flashy , foreign.

To ride around town in, touring.

Pull up to the club engines roaring,

To rain on them hoes, I'm talking pouring.

That was the life...

And everything was just going so right...

April 28th, we were running all the lights...

Caught the attention of s looking for a fight...

That night...

It was just us two, me and J.

We tried to take them anyway,

So we hoped out, pulled the glocks out,

But we were too late AK spray.

We ducked right in an alleyway.

There was no light but it seemed safe.

While we were outta sight and I told J

That he wouldn't lose his life, not this day.

I told him to run, gripped my gun,

Stuck my head out, I popped one,

They threw shots back, there were 3 left.

Time slowed down, I caught my breath

And thought time to face my death.

Luck seemed to be on my side.

My bullets hit them, theirs flew by.

The adrenaline rush was like a high.

I didn't know someone was behind.

I heard a yell, spun around,

Shots fired, 2 bodies fell.

I got the that snuck up behind me,

But there was nothing that I could say.

Cause the second person was who warned me,

The second body was J.

 

Every hurt someone you cared about,

Even if you meant to do no harm?

Well I learned my lesson that day.

J died while in my arms.