When we made love, you called me a n***a
you got in my face and I pulled me the trigga
I enjoyed your dick until you got in my face
a few good shots and I put you in your place.
You called me names that made me upset
when you got in my face, my mind was set
I grabbed me a gun and I pulled me the trigga
hurted my soul when you called me a n***a
The mood was right when you played with me
enjoying each other while the night was free
but then you got big and you wanted to play
I shot you in the face and you passed away.
I looked you in the eyes and you looked at me
you called me that word and it wasn't to be
you packed up your things & you tried to leave
you got in my face and I struggled to breathe.




© Josiah Bhola Hillaire