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A lot of tears shed over what you been through, A mothers pain pays, for what her kid do, As Bryan life fades, in the rear view, You a slave to hurt, but gotta see it through, We was both banging, Bryan and I, Different neighborhoods so we chose different sides, Confrontation in the street, so we had to ride, I wanted to fight, his pride felt I had to die, He screamed 187, I say I never hide, You know where Im at boy I aint hard to find, A couple weeks went by, we passin time, He seen me in the alley with his niggas, I Was just dealin off carry, then I seen the nine, Then I heard a shot, he just kept firen, I started runnin, duckin, now Im hidin, The whole time conscience of my own homicide in, I got away click click in the nick of time, His clip drop down, he start signifyin, You a bitch Cash run with ya bitch ass, Heard sirens, then I heard him hit the gas, Right then, I knew your son wouldn't last, I said to myself folk, I gotta kill his ass, Roll through my apartment hit the building fast, Gun outta my closet, hit the stick and dash Put the strap in my pocket my mission I saw em, Down the block sittin back sippin yack, I walked up like, whats the business fam, He started death in the eyes, then he shook his head, The broad he was with shook as fuck, Put the barrel to his head, buck buck buck, He fell to the ground, grass covered in blood, Ill probably go to hell for what I did to your son, I walked off slowly, bugged, I aint run, Its been five years, and though its never over, He left me no choice, I offer you closure

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