Buffalo

I can’t be washed up

That’s blood coughed up

Fucked up my t-shirt now I looked fucked

Before I just was

Coughin up blood

Caught a couple slugs

Still walkin through the mud

Everything in slo mo

Still tryina hold on

Shots from the po-po

Pow pow

Crowd starts surroundin me

The Po through their hounds on me

Everybody’s watchin me

Fall

Down

Bam

Hit the ground

I can’t hear a sound

Mothers screaming out, “He’s just an innocent child”

They put they guns down

They handcuffed me proud

They stuffed me in an ambulance I’m almost out

I feel my soul slipping

I was only six when I grabbed papa’s shot gun

And ran out the kitchen

Aimed at the cop car

May have been tripped

Pulled back the trigger now back to the beginning