Have you ever stared at death in the face?
Being moments away from having your brains displaced?
With a man’s finger on the end of a trigger
One push away from your soul going into space
He says he loves you
But there is no embrace
A girl cries on the floor,
Waiting for the sound of the bass
For reasons I will never unlace,
He begins to cry too
During the disgrace
My first love, this memory I have
Can never be erased
A case of depression during my race
So you decided to have me stare at death in the face
The National Domestic Violence Hotline Phone Number:
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