Don't Shoot

To shoot or not to shoot, when I had on the blue suit.

It was a mistake. No, these feelings aren't fake.

I understand my wrong, and I deserve to be gone.

But he didn’t he was good, I was panicking, patrolling in the hood.

Someone yelled “He’s got a gun!”

I didn’t think this was where I’d be done.

Two shots to the chest.

“Bang, Bang.”

I thought I was the best.

Thought I stopped a gang.

Thought I saved all the people,

as they ran from the shot to the church steeple.

Little did I know there wasn’t a gun.

This was crazy, it wasn't fun.

When you shoot an unarmed man, just when you hop out your van.

I’m sorry, to the family and the people.

I didn’t realize it would be this lethal.

The man was good, an honor roll student.

Didn’t have a hoodie on, he was prudent.

Raised right to, a great individual.

He had a dream; it was in his visual.

Just to be shot on a misconception.

Mark another man shot with a dark complexion.

I swear it was an accident.

And I’m not for it, not another applicant.

Some stuff is just out of our control.

But I accept my punishment and the toll.

Again, I will pray for the family, and I understand why they blame me.

I have committed a crime.

Thank you for your time.