[Verse 1]
5:47 PM on a Monday
He sees the birth of his son, and wishes someday that he will become the person he can look up to
So his son can live a life that he’s supposed
2 years go by and all is well
It’s been seven whole years since he was in jail
f*ckin’ around with n*ggas, thinking he was cool
He was 18, about to graduate from school
Thinking he knew better than what his parents said
Next thing he knew, he laid on a penitentiary bed
He wanted to find a way out
But then he got in contact with a n*gga to bail him out
As long as he moved weight, and never complained
As long as he killed n*ggas, and never felt shame
He never realized the life he lived was full of sin, and that he would never win
It never hit him ‘til he had a child of his own
It takes seven whole years for him to be grown
While he reminisces on life, he hears a hard knock on the door
Paranoid, he grabs the Glock
To his surprise nobody would wake up even though it was loud as f*ck in the mornin’
He thinks it’s the reaper, so he won’t answer
Until someone kicked in the door, and then started blastin’
An unfinished birthday cake in the kitchen
While he laid on the floor and started wishing that he had more time to live
But it was too late, he got killed by a n*gga who wanted revenge
Now the son that he loved would be a bast*rd
Had only he’d known a pastor to save him from the life he lived
Welcome to the stories of the unfortunate
[Verse 2]
At seven years old, the only thing he ever knew was living in a foster home
With a 5-year-old sister by his side, he always had a reason to survive
He had to make sure that he was always there to make sure that his sister was never scared
In any type of weather, any type of environment
The warmth and shelter, he had to provide it
Fast forward ten years later
He was making choices he shouldn't have made
Up until 3 AM, ridin’ around town
Cause he was hanging around the wrong crowd
Sooner or later, he started to gang bang
And lookin’ for other n*ggas who was doing the same thing
Until one night, one of his homies hit him up
Talkin’ about he found some hoes who down to f*ck
So he said “Alright, I’ll be there in a minute”
Took a stroll down the road, and then what he expected was not what he saw
Two lookin' hard ass n*ggas as they see him in his car at a red light
Paranoid as hell, he steps on the gas, and turns right
Calls up his homie, no answer, so he calls it a night
Except he sees seven missed calls straight from his sister
He rushes home, and takes out his pistol
She laid flat on the floor, dead
Bruised up body and marks on her head
It finally sinked in: he was not even supposed to be alive
But here’s the twist: yes, it was a set up
But had he stayed home and protected his sister, they would’ve both died
His friend was looking out for him
[Verse 3]
She wakes up from a loud sound
She cannot find her man, she looks around
Her son’s fast asleep and does not awake
She goes down to check on his birthday cake
Her boyfriend collapses
She doesn't know what to do, she f*cking panics
By this time her son starts to wake up crying
She goes to his aid and takes the pacifier, puts it in his mouth
He closes his eyes and passes out
Today marks the day of two years living on Earth
And they have to put his father in the dirt
What’s even more tragic than that?
In two months, she would have a daughter without a dad
She thinking what the hell is she supposed to do now that she lost her man to a .22
She hears him callin’
She calls back to him, and she’s bawlin'
Tears running down they face
And he hates himself for not living in better ways
A few moments go by, and he dies
(Pause)
A year goes by with her daughter and son
With no family in sight, she’s the only one to ever care for ‘em
Until she runs out of finances to pay for ‘em
She sends them off to a foster home
She’s done with life and she can’t hold on no more
So as they begin they’re journey in life
This is where she chooses to end hers, no good-byes