Buffalo

I can’t be washed up That’s blood coughed up Fucked up my t-shirt now I looked fucked Before I just was Coughin up blood Caught a couple slugs Still walkin through the mud Everything in slo mo Still tryina hold on Shots from the po-po Pow pow Crowd starts surroundin me The Po through their hounds on me Everybody’s watchin me Fall Down Bam Hit the ground I can’t hear a sound Mothers screaming out, “He’s just an innocent child” They put they guns down They handcuffed me proud They stuffed me in an ambulance I’m almost out I feel my soul slipping I was only six when I grabbed papa’s shot gun And ran out the kitchen Aimed at the cop car May have been tripped Pulled back the trigger now back to the beginning