Luyện nghe bài hát A Tribute

Locked in verses, in so many Curses
Chained to guilt and shame, fear Im to
Death waiting at the door, you just had to the door
Word indescribable, inerasable
Black or white, brothers are
And Im here sitting and crying.
Not on the outside you see, only me
One at a time, were all fine
Warm hearts getting what they dont deserve, all they to do is just serve
Blood dripping down their face, images I cant erase.
From another to another death, Gasping in horror right before their last breath
and control, getting the best of me, taking the toll
Blood is spilling out of the veins, while death is holding onto the
Bullets are the cause, making us and pause.
were once four little boys, now there are three.
This errant and these deaths are getting the best of me.
Shaken and disturbed, perturbed.
Let it not be true, let it not be you.
Dying of a death so violent, of a death so trident
Lord of heaven above, you with your o so love
Take of those that have died
They their life and tried