You pulled out the hammer and @@#!ed it back
Not a case of homicide this young black man just shot himself
Only yesterday his moms love tellin him no shoes inside

If only you had given a few seconds to cool your mind
Your mom would have hugged you, saying I'm glad you's alive
A wise man would have told you to stay calm instead

And ya could have gone back home to your mom and dad
But the hearse moves through the night carryin' the body of a man
Imagine if you just told yo mom like sorry im in pain

But no sorry was in vain, it hardly does a thing
To your grieving family, I'm sorry of their pain
Everytime you was ill imagine your moms happiness you back to health

And now on the late night out, with the shotty you jus' clapped yourself?
Imagine a blank in that shotgun
You woulda thanked that ur not hurt

It coulda strengthened your pops son
And maybe make room for ur poor mom ridin' in that phantom bout to bury your body in hot blood