(verse 1)
Everybody wanna be a killer til' they're sitting in a cold cell
Facing 20 to life Allowed no bail
I've seen hope fail
Quick tale
About this dude I went to school with Let's call him Miguel
Rasised in the Magnolia Washington and Lasalle
In that vicinity
Don't visit if you're looking for serenity
Pops split early which phucked him up fundamentally
Momma costantly working He's searching for his identity
Payless shoes so chicks don't ''oooooh'' when he enter
The flashier type is usually front and center
Which had him blowing magenta
Soon as the bеll rung
Walking home I once asked if hе wanted to sell some
He said ''nah but you can hit it''
And told me how he saw me in Physics
Both stay to ourselves and get high
Kindred spirits
See my pops left too but y'all know that well
Shot himself in the head but let's get back to Miguel
Telling me bout' all this dreams and aspirations
''After next year , 8th grade! Can't wait to see graduation!''
Fast forward, on the stage, he's nowhere to be found
All because of how this shit went down
Let's back track
8th grade, first day, came with weed in his backpack
To celebrate before first block Said we could half that
To levitate Where's the wraps at?''
Forgetful me
As I stooped to the bottom locker
For the Swisher Sweets
My eyes hit the negus' feet
And noticed this negus' sneaks
Same shit he wore last year
Embarrassing
But that was my boy I wouldn't laugh at him
Found the Swishers as the bell rung Placked the gars in my pocket
Said I'd get back with him
Lunch time Walking through the hallway
Looking for Miguel But everybody in the walkway
I pushed through the crowd Saw this dude named Derrick
He was barbaric and loud Held back 3 times
15 with a child
And in his hand was a Payless shoe
I already know
What he yelled would make Miguel come loose
With the strength of a giant
He was defiant
Even Mr. White, the new security guard tried, still no compliance
(Verse 2)
See Mr .White was 59 A retired cop
Used to dealing with ignorant hooligans back on the block
First year at a school thought it would be easy qwop
But not used to being ignored when he said 'Stop!'
Both suspended
Derrick came back with bruises Try'na defend them
Miguel came back too but something's
Different about our friendship
All the bitches want him
In the span of one week everbody on him
Guess it went to his head
We still chilled but it's with Jalisa and red
Kevin and Jessica
Fred, Slim Ashley, and Craig
I never liked them but
I guess having admirers was exciting
Since they trwated him like he's Tyson
While Derrick plot revenge
Getting high with my new found so called friends made me cringe
They're relaying the message
Ho Derrick constantly threatened
''It's on! On site!''
You know what I thought
It's just hype but
Pressure from his peers
Had him searching his momma dresser way in the rear
Where she told him stay clear
Got it!!!
9mm stuck in his pocket
Now we both know how this story gone end
A child without a father
If Derrick gets slaughtered and leaves his daugter
But Miguel wasn't thinking Priorities out of order
Breathing harder
Showing his new clique
(Verse 3)
Finger on the trigger Gripping with two fists
Thinking ''This will scare him shitless''
Then I heard a voice livid
Yelling ''Put the gun down now''
Next thing I witnessed was Miguel fidget
Now he's leaking
I blacked out
When I came to all I remember were tires screeching
Sitting in an ambulance with my momma freaking
In near sight Mr .White speaking with policemen
See the moral of the story
Is nobody's a killer til' you push one
Your own thoughts make you a shook one
Just like Miguel
Just like Derrick
Or the many locked in cells
Like Mr . White
Or the coward who killed Philando
Peer pressure, too much pride
Or you just try'na be the man so
You let that thing in your hand go like a rookie
Like what Zimmerman did cause' of a hoodie
It's esoteric you probably won't get it fully
Shook Ones
Most likely to be the bullies
They just pussy