breathing ain't that easy
and shots fall way too fast
it never was over
the stuff ain't in the past
the struggle is real
you can't deny it
open your eyes
and look around
all the places
all the people
all the souls
on the ground
"why" you ask
We need to answer
and I say " yes"
It's in the past
We had a dream
and I still have
that things can change
and everyone can breathe
That people can follow
and don't have to question
don't have to wonder
why they can still breathe
cause this is a world
about to go down
feels like suffocating
as soon as a shot lays you down
drowning to the ground
and you will scream
" I can't breathe"
the river of blood
it strangulates your faith
it goes too fast
and they will reply
" and I can't hear"
and all you do
you want to now
"why did you shot me?"
"why'd you let me go?"
- M.R
Can
we pretend
that
Aeroplanes in the
Night sky are like
Shooting Stars
'Cos I could really use
A wish right now
Aeroplanes in the
Night sky are like
Shooting Stars
'Cos I could really use
A wish right now
THIS IS WORTH
READING
About a block from where the other shooting was last month.
Or was it last week?
Shots were fired from an SUV heading northbound, Eastown,
The target a rival but they didn't hit the target this time.
They hit a kid we think had nothing to do with it.
he was safe for a while till someone say him there and notified the authorities
Who surrounded the hotel, first arresting an accomplice while attempting to flee,
Then chasing him up the staircase to the floor where he'd stayed. He closed the door hard
Behind him, locked himself in the room.
They could've kicked in the door but knew the gun was still with him,
One he'd already used and so they feared what he'd do.
I heard them trying to reason, get him to open the door.
His uncle begging and pleading, half-collapsed to the floor.
He preached of hope and forgiveness,
Said, "There is always a chance to rectify what you've taken, make your peace in the world."
I felt the burden of murder, it shook the earth to the core.
Felt like the world was collapsing. Then we heard him speak,
"Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I ever be forgiven 'cause I killed that kid?
It was an accident I swear it wasn't meant for him!
And if I turn it on me, if I even it out, can I still get in or will they send me to hell?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?"
I left the hotel behind, don't want to know how it ends.
About a block from where the other shooting was last month.
Or was it last week?
Shots were fired from an SUV heading northbound, Eastown,
The target a rival but they didn't hit the target this time.
They hit a kid we think had nothing to do with it.
he was safe for a while till someone say him there and notified the authorities
Who surrounded the hotel, first arresting an accomplice while attempting to flee,
Then chasing him up the staircase to the floor where he'd stayed. He closed the door hard
Behind him, locked himself in the room.
They could've kicked in the door but knew the gun was still with him,
One he'd already used and so they feared what he'd do.
I heard them trying to reason, get him to open the door.
His uncle begging and pleading, half-collapsed to the floor.
He preached of hope and forgiveness,
Said, "There is always a chance to rectify what you've taken, make your peace in the world."
I felt the burden of murder, it shook the earth to the core.
Felt like the world was collapsing. Then we heard him speak,
"Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I ever be forgiven 'cause I killed that kid?
It was an accident I swear it wasn't meant for him!
And if I turn it on me, if I even it out, can I still get in or will they send me to hell?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?"
I left the hotel behind, don't want to know how it ends.
