Wrote it while listening to the Runnin' instrumental (Tupac). In my opinion it flows pretty good, but you can't hear me say it so you might read it differently. In fact I bet you'll read it differently. But for now, just comment on the content and words etc.
Chorus
now i wonder if they'll laugh when im dead
why am i fighting to live, if im just living to fight?
why am I trying to see when there aint nothin in sight?
why am i trying to give when no one gives me a try?
why am i dying to live, if im just living to die?
Verse 1
I was being bullied, picked on, day by day
days of gettin' beat the shit out of, put into dismay
til a couple guys older than me took me into a gang
taught me the names of rivals and all the slang
gave me a knife at first, just to earn some respect
but i didnt expect becomin' so damn wrecked
runnin' from a rival, turned around and shot
all i could see was a splash of red, touchin me it was hot
there i saw a man, around the age of thirty
looking at my hands, red with blood, they were so dirty,
many people crowded and young kids were crying
small babies screaming loud, while this man was dying
i couldnt take it, i had to run or id be arrested,
its like this is all school and im just being tested
the only way they're failing me is through the police
but even if they caught me, I'd never decease...
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Verse 2
The cops have been chasing me, about a month or two,
my friends partnered with them, I never knew,
And now I'm locked up, laying in a cell right now,
I gotta get out, but I gotta ask myself how,
what I did I did and whats done is done,
I shouldn't have even been playing with that fuckin' gun,
shot a man in his head and now hes dead,
i started to cry, thinking of the blood i shed
i couldnt stop sobbin'...it was completely accidental,
its not anything racial, im not detrimental
to other races of people, thinkin' that they're feeble,
my heart's not that cold, it can go way deeper,
but now I'm locked for life, yeah I lost my wife,
last thing I could possibly lose is my sense of pride...
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