Teenaged Killer (1 John 1:9) - KXNG Crooked

I saw the clip of my homeboy

I saw the clip of my homeboy get killed by the police

He was playin' with a toy gun

And then he wanna go get a real one

I-I can’t let the cops kill me

I start, I start shootin' at shit, you know?

I should be at home playing fortnite

'Stead I’m on the corner, cracking open a coors light

Tell the ops its on sight

Mom shot some dope when she was pregnant with me

So the doctor said I wasn’t born right

I feel fine though, fuck with me and my nine go

I’m handy with the steel

Put you asleep with my eyes closed

A first kiss, shit I got a side hoe

Creepin' through the side door

Homie, you know the vibes bro

My Big brother said being black is a death sentence

He read a lot, ain’t been the same since he left prison

But he still set trippin', rag to the left crippin'

Sellin' dope talking in codes about his next shipment

He tried to go straight when he was fresh out

They wasn’t hiring ex cons they made him stress out

Now he trap at that red house, like the fuck the government

The fiends loving it, wearing a oven mitt pulling that bread out

Uh, wonder why am I a teenage killer

Seeing death in the jects made the PJ’s realer

Crazy movies bout the hood nigga we way iller

Wonder if God forgives teenage killers

In baseball you get the Cy Young for great pitching

In the hood, you get to die young for weight pinching

I’m only 13 my life is in the 8th inning

I had a dream I was walking thru Hell’s gate grinning

Like, fuck the Devil he can get it too, shoot outs its been a few

Stabbed a nigga up for his tennis shoes

His homie was running so fuck it I shot him win or lose

Now I’m on the run cause my baby face is all in the news

The cops kicked in my mama door, start unloading on me

3 to the chest homie it’s ova for me, I’m dying in my mama arms

She holding me the same way she did the day she gave birth to me

I’m lying, like «mama that ain’t hurt to me"she crying

As I start thinking how much was my life was worth to me

I’m certainly on some reflection

Thinking damn, I should of took my life in a different direction

But I buried my friend when the cops killed him

And I buried my uncle when the ops killed him

Now I’m, cold-hearted, my soul departing

Momma, see you heaven, God willin', sorry

I was a teenage killer

I was a teenage killer