The Shot Poem by lee bredeson

yo this is what it is
this is the gangsta no wangsta
carry a gun shooting things just for fun
yeah thinking i'm number one
bodies rot under this hot sun
bullets fly and i see my homie die
right in front of me this gun fight is
for nothing my krew wasn't bluffin'
they said them boys gonna end
up dead fill thier bodies full of lead
so before you go out into the hood
make sure you thank god for yo daily bread
and another day of living giving you a little
more time but you shot at me so your
soul is mine i'll take it weather or not
you resist just look at it as a free pass
out of this place. it'll take one shot and
the hot lead will pass through your body
this is how we live and you no this
it'll just take one shot.