That Day
I can hear my heart beat, against my ear drumWondering to myself, where is this sound coming from
The last I recall, i hear a real loud pop
Now I'm amongst a crowd of people, watching the cops
I see friends of mine crying, I try rubbing her hair
But she simply wipes it away, like I'm not even there
I can hear them say, "someone call his mom"
Leaving me wondering whos mom, and what went wrong
So I move to the front of the crowd, so i could see
But what I saw, left me feeling empty
Looking at my hands, no this can't be
Because when I looked down, I was looking at me
All I remember, was my day going so good
And now I make the news, another shot in the hood
On the concrete, in a puddle of blood
I don't know why, or for what
I do know, I saw my body through eyes of my soul
Change my way of life, is what I was told
The crazy thing is, i was thirteen years old
Struggling for air to live, I suppose
I remember my mothers face, as they did what they could
She was always there, be it bad or good
God answered her prayers, gave me the air to breathe
On that day I started to believe, he gave life back to me
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