Riddled with bullets and bleeding out on the ground, my ears are ringing and I can’t make a sound,
I call out for help “is anyone there?”, but all I’m rlly doing is gasping for air, my chest is wide open, I look like raw hamburger meat, gunned down without a care left dying in the street, realizing it’s over that nothing will change this, my life flashing past me, all of those faces, half of them angry and half of them love, feeling so cold as I hear a call from above, I think it’s my time now it...