Dwight Seon Stewart "Spirited" - Mohammed (528hz) Lyrics

I used to "ball" at O'Connell Park- Murdock Ave
'Til it got shot up
Then I stood up
I'm out of luck
Duck
It almost hit me in the evening
While I was redeeming
Myself on a grudge match
Mohammed beat me on a lean in
I'm down four
But game is a dime
How was I to catch up?
Mohammed chimes in
Listen here looks like our times up
So I snatched up the silver slug and
Commenced to running
Mohammed was running
Until the slug was up his back

I started shaking like a fiend man
I couldn't believe them
This was happening so I froze up
Then started screaming
Now exhibiting angered defiance-
Mohammed is bleeding
I felt his pulse and
Luckily he was breathing
(He) told me to get up
But this bro'
I'm not leaving
He said "You're dreaming if you're feeling
Like you had a chance of winning"
Look D
I'm feeling weary
Like a slave hand
Picking that cotton
Until the burning sun yields
Just chill son
Your daughter needs you
She needs protection
And your instructions on surviving this world's corruption
My chest felt like fire from volcanic eruptions
My heart starting pumping like it never did before
Mohammed is fading
I'm saying "I hope he makes it"
I try to keep the tears back from falling
But I can't fake it

Mohammed
Mohammed
Mohammed

Now I'm scared- full of suspense
Q- called for backup
The COPS they took thirty minutes
Intense!
He clenched my arms as tight as the air was dense
Peeved he could hardly breathe
Coughing mucous green
It seemed like an eternity
Just like a daydream
I could see him playing in the maternity ward
With his daughter a newborn named Jada
I heard the doctors whispering
Sorry we couldn't save 'ya
Right then I grabbed him up
Blood was over my behavior
I prayed to God the Savior
Ma told me "Call on him Son He will never fail you"
Like a tailor
They tried to sew him up
I picked him up
Held his face up on my chest
I was vexed
Mad at the world for making ammo by the tons
Pistols rifles and handguns
Take him away
'Til this day the pain remains in my heart
I wake hearing shots
Sleep hearing shots
At sunrise I see his face twisted in knots
I thought this not possible
Not forgive-able
I was shook
They hurt him so bad truth was not attainable
They say time heals wounds
It took me three years to write this
On Murdock Avenue his memory held hostage by bullets
Don't toc guns son
The trigger's made to be pulled
Mohammed is fading
I hope he makes it
I try to keep the tears back from falling but I can't fake it

Mohammed
Mohammed
Mohammed
Mohammed
I try to keep the tears back from falling but I can't fake it
Mohammed rest in peace