By Walt Walton
Highly favored, highly educated
But due to his circumstances, he never got situated
His future was so bright & anticipated, everyone thought he make it
To grow up & be somebody famous, then a moment came that forever changed him
Funeral arrangements, vengeance is mine says The Lord
But he beg to differ, wishing the ambulance would’ve come quicker
Standing on the block as his associates in memory of his brother, pour out some liquor
He’s having flash backs of how the body lay, stiff & cold as December
As he’s shedding tears his face starts to quiver, flashback heighten his temper
The plot gets thicker, He had a tool in the toolbox, a lot of money in the shoe box
Sounds crazy right, it was crazy night, but not for him he lived a crazy life
Until a man stopped him dead in his tracks, “excuse young man where you are going with that?”
Once it’s done its done, there’s no turning back
You know all the pain you feel, there’s no relief when it comes to that
The pain will only be amplified, as a matter fact
Have you ever heard the gospel? How God sent his only begotten son to earth to die
For what you ask well the sin we commit, Therefore to God yourself you should submit
Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, & your joy to heaviness
I hope this truth hits
Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, & it’s you he shall lift, give me the gun
In that moment he handed it over, my condolences I’m here if you ever need a shoulder
{Prayer}