That One Bullet
we used to hang out everyday,
we used to do things our way,
we never did anything wrong,
we never even hit the bong,
you were more then a brother to me,
now that your gone your the only thing i wanna see,
blood couldn't have made us closer,
your were the one thaat tought me to be bolder,
i still see the day clear as water,
the day we walked without a brother,
til the car pulled up and a 9 came out,
as i stold there i did'nt find the power to shout,
you died on the cold pavement,
with me covered in blood on the same pavement,
know if i can go back in time ill yell,
louder then a church bell,
cause it only took one bullet,
to make me wanna buy a gun and pull it,
that one bullet
Copyright © Miguel Ortiz | Year Posted 2007
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