I had a dream last night
That my murderer was born
Somewhere far away
Already lost and forlorn
It is an infant boy
Swaddled, oh so fragile
Who will one day take my life
When I'm old and not as agile
How many years will it be
Until that dreadful day will come
When I go out for a walk
And cross paths with this angry one
He doesn't even know me
And I guess he never will
But for reasons that elude me
It is I that he must kill
What will be his motive
That leads to my expiration
Money, drugs, hatred
Or just a street reputation
So I pray it will be quick
In hopes a skillful blow be struck
And just go on living
Until my murderer grows up