At a young age I was involved in a drive by shooting.
No street sense, I thought we were only commuting.
Windows down with guns aimed out the window.
Smoking backwoods and popping indo.
Ride or die, I believed I was in love.
He pulled out his ski mask and reached for a glove.
He didn't want his fingerprints on the gun.
Gun loaded and ready to stun.
My boyfriend's brother shot at a female and she was hit.
The police was called, his brother told us we needed to spilt.
Drove my jeep down a tight lane.
The sounds of sirens rushed through my brain.
Police spotted us at the end of the street.
My boyfriend handed me the gun so I hid it under the seat.
His brother didn't want me to catch a case.
He took the gun and ran while we left the place.
The police caught him, he did his time and didn't squeal.
I hope he won his case in court, no time for an appeal.
My Jeep suffered body damage from fleeing the scene.
I yelled at my boyfriend saying things I didn't mean.
I changed my license plates and fixed my car damages alone.
He didn't offer to help, I had to fix it on my own.
I lied to my parents regarding the incident, never a snitch.
I looked my parents straight in the eyes, I didn't twitch.
I blamed myself for being dumb and naive.
That's what I get for wearing my heart on my sleeve.
One wrong decision can change your life forever.
The innocent person I once was is never coming back ever.
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