(74)Shots
By: LeVert Patterson

You can’t touch my soul,
Like pirates that protect there gold.
People carrying barrels and not scared to shot em’
Shooting off more shots then military officials.
Flip on the news and see names and faces,
Of victims life that was taking away with hollow tips,
Teenagers my age hustle to get what they got,
New pairs of sneaks,
Some figgas will take that,
Chains, earrings, ninjas ain’t playing.
I’m not the violent type,
City of Angels play with nines and tecks,
So many shots went off in Virginia Teck.
50cent was lucky he survived nine shots,
One more shot he could have had lost his pulse.
Doctors and cops writing down final thoughts,
Grandmothers, mom and pops cryin,
Girlfriend screaming saying
“He’s not dead you lying.”….

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