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Running through the streets and cars he could barely breathe,
he makes his way through a parking lot and runs into the trees,
then calms his breath, lays down, so he cannot be heard,
he hears something moving and tells his self it’s a bird,
the night has taken his eyes, he’s seeing shadows all around,
but he calms his breath again, he cannot be found
those are for sure footsteps getting closer, more loud
and he’s praying and begging, lord make them turn around
but they don’t stop they yell out “whats that you talkin now”
and the gun shot makes a large flash, at the same time as the POW
Now he’s thinking about his mom and his son he'll never meet
And if he could have saved his life by staying the *** out of the streets
So, there’s nowhere left to run all places gone to hide
he apologizes for all he’s done, telling his final lie….
