When my cousin got shot, it was a tragedy

Second time it took his life and was sad to see

Bullet like a torpedo shot with majesty

He was only 15 so it was a mistake, it had to be

I sat and thought for days, how could this be?

One day somebody could be here and the next day “sleep”?

I knew I had to be hallucinating

Could’ve sworn my heart grew legs the way it started racing

Back and forth across the floor as I started pacing

I knew it had to be a bad dream  

The devil playing tricks or one of his tricky schemes

But it was all real

Nobody can relate to the pain that I feel

Moral of the story is I’m tough and put an end to teen violence because enough is enough