Teenaged Killer (1 John 1:9)

Lyrics

[Intro] I saw the clip of my homeboy I saw the clip of my homeboy get killed by the police He was playin' with a toy gun And then he wanna go get a real one I-I can't let the cops kill me I start, I start shootin' at shit , you know? [Verse: 1] I should be at home playing Fortnite 'stead I'm on the corner, cracking open a coors light Tell the opps its on sight Mom shot dope when she was pregnant with me So the doctor said I wasn't born right I feel fine though, fuck with me and my nine go I'm handy with the steel Put you asleep with my eyes closed A first kiss, shit I got a side hoe Creepin' through the sidе door Homie, you know the vibes bro My big brothеr said being black is a death sentence He read a lot, ain't been the same since he left prison But he still set trippin', rag to the left crippin' Sellin' dope talking in codes about his next shipment He tried to go straight when he was fresh out They wasn't hiring ex cons they made him stress out Now he trap at that red house, like fuck the government The fiends loving it, wearing a oven mitt pulling that bread out Uh, wonder why am I a teenage killer Seeing death in the jects made the PJ's realer Crazy movies bout the hood nigga we way iller Wonder if God forgives teenage killers In baseball you get the Cy Young for great pitching In the hood, you get to die young for weight pinching I'm only 13, my life is in the 8th inning I had a dream I was walking thru Hell's gate grinning Like, fuck the Devil he can get it too, shoot outs its been a few Stabbed a nigga up for his tennis shoes His homie was running so fuck it I shot him, win or lose Now I'm on the run cause my baby face is all in the news The cops kicked in my mama door, start unloading on me 3 to the chest homie it's ova for me, I'm dying in my mama's arms She holding me the same way she did the day she gave birth to me I'm lying, like "mama that ain't hurt to me" she crying As I start thinking how much was my life was worth to me I'm certainly on some reflection, thinking damn I should've took my life in a different direction But I, buried my friend when the cops killed him And I, buried my uncle when the opps killed him Now I'm, cold hearted, my soul departing Momma, see you in heaven God willin', sorry, I was a teenage killer