The Robbery
ok it all went down like this!
it was a brand new day
me and my best friend cousin dave
got in my car and put it into drive
we put on our black mask and loaded our guns,
put a bullet in each and every slide
we never ment to coast so many lives
but every thing got out of hand
we thought we could go in and do our thing
but in the end it didn't happen that way
black and white cars surround that places
we got on our knees and just hit the ground
we new if we didn't ,
we been shot on that block right then right now.....
WE HEARD
people crying
people woundering, what the hell what we did
kids running, my moms crying,
peoples smoking, kids are dying;
but im sitting in the jail ceil
with my hands cuff and my leg spread
reading my rights and and learning my number
my name is lost and now im just a someone
were just knowN as john doe's
just hanging on the bars and want let go
just waiting ever mintue to see the sun light
my best friend is sitting right next to me
but going to death row the very next night
life to some was just born a mistake
some never got the chances to see there 16th birthday cake
i should have never rob that bank,
i work to hard to have nothing left,
but if u look in my eyes this jail ceil repping me apart
every day feels liek im already dead
feels like i have already killed my self.....
Copyright © Westley Newcomb | Year Posted 2007
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