i was walkin down that street, 2005,
tripped, bulet shot, did i lose my live,
saw a bright light when i was laying there,
u onli live once, 2maro i mite not be here,
made me cherish ever friend nd memory,
cuz u take it for granted bt life is not free,
on the ground for 10 mins, didnt wanna move,
made me realize this world, i got sumthin 2 prove,
looked at my shirt bt onli bleeding mentally,
bt it helped me change physically nd mentally,
ive felt the wound ova nd ova again,
feel like instead of inc blood coming out of my pen,
thinkin but those i lost, i nearly became one,
maybe if i lose myself, ill win anotha one,
the gravestone