LYRICS: COME TO ME

THE TELEPHONE RINGS, A MOTHER SCREAMS/

PINCH YA SELF… ITS NOT A BAD DREAM/

THEY KILT HER SON… HE WAS SIXTEEN/

FOUND'M LAYIN DEAD BY THE DAIRY QUEEN/

LOSING A FRIEND IS A SCARY THING/

BUT LOSING UR CHILD IS LOSING EVERYTHING/

WHEN THEM KILLERS COME THRU THEY SHOOTING EVERYTHING/

WHEN THE COPS COME THRU… U HEAR THE SIREN SING/

CRYSTAL HILLARD… SHE ON THE SCENE/

NEWS 8, FOX NEWS, CHANNEL 13/

LAST WEEK THEY KILLED ANOTHER TEEN/

I SWEAR BULLETS KILL MORE NIGGAS THAN NICOTINE/

THE NEIGHBORHOOD SAW EVERYTHING

BUT I BET THEY WONT TELL A THING/

WE DONT TALK TO THE PIGS, DONT ASK US WHAT WE SEEN/

WE'LL ALL SAY THE SAME… WE DIDNT SEE ANYTHING/