A true tragedy

Lyrics Walking through the store with this expensive bag That’s a motive robbery he wants it and a gun is effective You looking at games you hear “give me that fucking bag” You get defensive you refused because if you die you’ll be fucking glad Too you death is peace a rest from a stressful life so you ain’t fucking sad He didn’t shoot he tries to grab the bag then it’s a struggle You ain’t giving up that bag he’s hitting you with that gun You throw punches fucking up your knuckles no sonic that’s trouble He gets the bag you lock eyes he fires multiple shots and you done Because nobody surviving a headshot that’s that dead shot Through out your life you were depressed even attempted suicide You’re daddy was on drugs and your mom was big on the one that was crucified You were skinny easy person to picked on each day you were terrified Mother didn’t help she just prayed dad was never available then it was time for him to testify he overdosed no life traceable After that you threw yourself into a car then you were in a coma That was a 30 day nap then mother got the big lipoma You wake up mommy dead she didn’t get to see got too see you get your diploma Whole life going down you now live alone so you get a job Pain you knowing now each day you playing Russian roulette Because them demon’s ruthless Then one normal day you pick the one bullet in gun and fire still alive You grab a nice bag that your dad gave you and walk to the store And we’ll you know the rest of the story #mrr