Pt 2: The Innocents (Interlude)

The bullets rippin across, riddled through yards
Despicable odds, shortness of breath, begins with a cough
The death rattle, rattled on, I picked up the call...
Baby girl lied, died in the tight grip of her moms
I had, to pause for a second and fall back...
June 27th 2 thousand '11 it all crashed
A father lookin down at a body so small that
It'da probably break into a thousand of jewels on contact..
Delicate? beyond that... And they took my pride and joy, By a stray bullet
I pray that they find the boy.. Cause they don't and I do... My innocence is through..
Stuck in the state of a race that is lose-lose
No more, tending to her loose tooth..
Her talking to the tv, watching her Blue Clues
Those days you did ballet in ya tutu
I can't even tend to these boo-boos
Can't say it'll be okay...
You'll have a such a story behind that scrape...
You'll be straight...
Rememberin those faces you'd make, while I made you laugh
Everything I lived for, gets lost in a flash..
Like overexposures.. replayed over and over..
Now I'm the one thats needs the shoulder...
I used to.. Rock your little body while you cried..
Like, don't you want daddy to sleep tonight?
Such a beautiful sight..
Those days I said you drove me crazy..
Were the days you saved me.. Patience can mold a baby..
Watching your motor skills grow...
Wishing that you still spoke...
Telling you keep flapping ya wings, my angel, one day you will float
Is there still hope? Can I still cope???
Please talk to me...
Please tell me in your little voice your fine..
And even though I failed to protect you..
In God's eyes, God why?