Waking up to smoke was normal, off in the kitchen momma was cooking awesome grits
fog is seriously hogging up all the room in our apartment.
This time, wasn't no ordinary smoke, so many calls came in
While i was getting ready for school, I tripped over nauseousness.
Every time i hit a cough, my fist tends to ball again
I been absent for 60 days, and NOW i have to call in sick.
Walk down stairs, mommas spazzing handing me my Asthma package
And a sandwich, "Baby don't worry, it's only fog again".
But guess who happens to be intellectual when a message's
telling me to pack my bags and hit the road jack, don't get Skeptic.
Step outside to catch a breath man the house was just a teaser
Hit the floor to recognize a pair of firefighter sneakers.(boots)
Hit my inhaler once.............. Hit my inhaler twice....
A pair of knives to cut the trees i tripped over, a glare of eyes
stared me down it scared me right all i notice is parasites.
Embarrassed like, my next door crush is looking at me swear and fight.
*BOOM* drama stops my momma pops me softly
probably cause she was interrupted by the sounds of lightening gothys.
That's what we called the Gothic people rocking black likes it's a topic
or a top trend throwing thunder as a reply from what god sent.
These bricks fell out the sky and almost hit us, what a close encounter
I'm nervous plus I'm still coughing and choking we approach the towers.
But i was wondering where we was going through all these broken showers
Tranna focus on momma's conversation and the stones get louder!
13 year olds have no business going through all this stress and shit
My elegance consist on me being addicted to wrestling..
That rock falling slicing my wrist precisely saying other wise
I'm crying so fucking loud then turned my tention to the lovely skies
Dry my tears "hey mom! there is another one, and it flies!"
A kids mind doesn't belong in situations like this, this is why.
Ditching moms following this fucking plane, cause i missed the first
one she's bitching while i'm still dipping off tranna sick the guy.
I got closer to it, everyone is screaming GET BACK!
I shouted violent slurs, a pilot came crashing down in front of me.
As a kid, i wasn't scared at all, shit was more of something sweet
another thump below felt like something rare had just bumped the street.
It's fucking neat, i'm running as my moms try to come get me..
Turned around to see a huge rock coming at me.......................
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As I'm dying, my vision blurs, and all i see is a bunch of guns and shit.
So if your reading this, death is the cause of a punishment.
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