Picture this an eerie scene
You could never imagine in your wildest dreams
A twisted tale of right gone wrong
Now listen to this sad sad song
Of  how they stole a young man's life
In a manner that was oh so trife
He bumped into my man one day
Brushed his shoulder and started to say
Nigga you better watch where the fuck you walkin'
An my man with his big mouth he couldn't even resist talkin'
Of how he could whip his fuckin' ass
So dude pulled a gun and tried to blast
The gun locked up my man he thought real fast
I'll take this gun from his sorry ass
At the blink of an eye he took the pistol and gave a laugh
Not realizing he almost took a cold blood bath
I got yo joint now wacha-gone-do?
So he replied you just wait to around two
A.M. was the time on the clock
When dude was chillin' with four friends and four Glocks
Sittin' in the car smokin' and getting' nice as shit
Thinkin' of how they are going to hit
My man's head kill him dead
All in cold blood
But first they beat him up and dragged him through the mud
Now my man was commin' from his girl friends house
He spent his last few second on earth drippin' blood from his mouth
Now the blood was not all from the crucial beating
But most came from the hot lead that was eating
Through flesh and bone
And chest and back
I think the number was 18 to be exact
18 holes like a game of golf
ball sized holes
6 feet deep is were the sun never shows
and worst of all with no pity or remorse
they left him there like a dying horse
right in front of his mama's house
for her to find along with her spouse
this is a poem it's not a rap
of how one brotha fell victim to another brotha's strap
what's wild about this crazy life
is you seldom get to do it twice
that was 96 and I still here his mouth
R.I.P Damion Smith peace and I'm out