It starts off that night with a phone call he received Hoping the next sigh he would breath with relief But after the call he was filled with nothing but grief Felt he was falling like a tiny little leaf That a little girl had gone and tossed to the side Reciting he loves me and loves me not and then cried Cuz the last leaf was a not and the news that he got Was a distorted voice saying “your best friends been shot” So now he’s slowly falling to the ground As the wind is simply blowing him around Puts the phone down and looks up at his reflection Felt alone nobody around to give him affection Home alone the pain pounding down and stretching Every bit of his mind to a fine line it was etching Then he remembered when bullets had grazed his own body But it was his friend who would now be 6 feet under and rotting One minute your chillin’ next minute their gone Then the ticks of the clock start sounding like bombs Sitting alone crying while every one is dying Life’s a bitch but dude you just can’t stop trying Fast forward a couple months it seems he recovered Older sister moved 2 days pass and what had he discovered? She died too on a highway moving to a new life Leaving him with more pain, anguish and strife She was the victim of a drunk drivers careless mistake By picking up his keys he had successfully sealed her fate Her brother back home thinking “he probably had a good time” Drinking touching and rubbing some sluts enjoying a grind Then hopping on his car speeding going the wrong way Colliding with her car instantly taking her life away All he left were the heartbroken father and mother This incident even took the life of the infant brother At least the fucker died he thinks as he’s sitting at home Feeling like a corpse with no soul just sitting alone He’s thinking about everything life is constantly spotting And how 2 more bodies 6 feet under together and rotting One minute your chillin’ next minute their gone Then the ticks of the clock start sounding like bombs Sitting alone crying while every one is dying Life’s a bitch but dude you just can’t stop trying Some more time passes and he’s ready to commit murder Loved ones being disrespected is what brings him just further To that point of insanity that led many to panicking As he attempts to start banishing all rationality A morning comes when he get up and starts traveling With a loaded gun and a clueless accomplice Who was just there to help one goal be accomplished To weed out the problem bring it out and just stomp it That’s how he put it cuz of course murder is that simple Nothing more complicated than popping a pimple But when our friend got up to finally commit the act He realized evil and ruthless behavior is what he lacked He couldn’t take the gun and shoot a hole in another When he tried he just got images of his sister and brother Put the gun down began to focus on rhymes he was jotting Said he couldn’t be the reason for another 6 foot deep rotting One minute your chillin’ next minute their gone Then the ticks of the clock start sounding like bombs Sitting alone crying while every one is dying Life’s a bitch but dude you just can’t stop trying