Crime Scene, by lance Subscribe to rss feed for lance

Calling all cars..be on the look out for black male
last seen fleeing a seen of a homicide on beach ave.

It all seem to happen so fast
i heard somebody scream
did i really pull the gap
is this just a dream
i saw that man pull a gun i
just wanted to help but for
all my heroism i may have 
doomed myself

i didn't want to see her die
cuz someones life went bad
i wanted to stop her cries
it's the only chance i had
 he saw me coming and in a glance
i reached up for his gun
before i knew it i heard a shot
my nightmare had begun 

i saw her fall and the shooter
split sirens in the air all i wanted
to do was help whys life so unfair

now im running for my life i tried
to give so free now i will pay the
price cuz the real shooter was me.
Posted: 2011-10-06 21:36:22 UTC

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