I am not staking innocence,
On the night I took the life,
Of my best friend
You may have read the papers,
You maybe saw on TV
But let me take, take you back
To the back seat as I relive this thing so vivid
These hands have made more than a few mistakes
I place my fear and let it dilate
But no words can elaborate on my grief with no relief I know this is my fault
And the blame is ushered to my shame my life has become a shutter
Blood on my hands is not a metaphor as I’m losing sleep as I reach for grace that’s unattained.
We held him at gunpoint took him to the nearest ATM
I sat in the back where he could not defend
Then my world caved in
Then it happened all of a sudden then it happened wish that it wouldn’t
There was a struggle he reached for the gun
I was struck by fist and panic
It happened so fast I saw blood blosoms on the glass
When he took of on foot it seemed so surreal
Then I saw Adrian hunched over the steering wheel
And though my sentence will never repay what I did
Just know it hurts me just as much as it does you.
Now I rot in this hell in this cell tell my God forgive me.
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