TRUe Story

August 27 was the day I was born in 2003
Life was going good, until my wounds started to bleed
I couldn't stand or even walk on my damn two feet
Crying for hope and my mother lean on to me
Swear to god i could vision myself being somebody
Instead, i dreamed about being a gangster like Jon Gotti
Pray on my two knees so God could bless my family with a new Audi
I can show the whole world is safe when it's gone without me
I have brothers and sisters that love me so
All us have sinned but we already reaped what we sowed
Just when things got hot i was their to make it cold
I've been told I was something special and I would never fold
I'm created from God's hands with the sand and mold
But the world only sees a black baby with Afro
They'll see one day when I act up
Blacks lives matter than white lies and that's factual
The diagnosis might judge my intelligence, but never my life because it's impactful
I remember the day after my birthday, the 28th of August
The day of being a safe child has fallen
Thought to visit his family, but ended up dead
Didn't even get to see his dreams in his own bed
Grabbed and stolen from his innocence
Shot in the dome and have his body on the ground
Even the image to see his face was menacing
His father suffered the same fate after he was found
The kid's father was dark and his mother was light
But the action she carried was a fucking fight
She couldn't sleep without the justice being served
This evil murder was a lesson to the country had learned
The tears in his mother's eyes
Across from all the lies
Looking at the stars as they shine
A beautiful soul gone but his smile shines
The day before October 31st was a wicked night
Another victim lost from his mother sight
Only difference is it's sixty five years later
Trump is out of office but it's still a crack in the equator
This boy was at a football game
Trying to learn the plays
Instead he is taken away to a different pain
The killers thought the end has come as the story fades
But his face is exposed to show the hurt
God shows us the mud just to be buried under the dirt
I can't even continue this tragedy
It felt like it was coming after me
These animals would see this and call it a ministry
A darkened pattern full with misery
To be honest, it was more than history
It was leading to a dangerous killing spree
All the innocent black children are getting killed
Same age as they become the next Emmett Till
The trees are not involved with the murder, so what's the deal
When the rope comes, everybody hurting
Everybody looking at me while they're suffering
This is a true story, this is the only one
This is a passage of who i become
Nobody believed me, not even my friends
I felt betrayed, killed at the end
Lost my soul, stuck at the deep end
When i leave, they hands reach in
It's strange when you have success, because the white people trying to scare you
But in the end, nobody will ever spare you