You can’t promise tomorrow
Should we even wait for this afternoon?
No one knows when their time comes
So be prepared if it comes too soon
Will I slit my wrists?
Or will I get merc’d in these streets
Right now none of them seem likely
But I feel I’m counting my hearts last beats
In death there are no mistakes
For children, men, or women
It’s all about the hand you’re dealt
And your chances of winnin’
It’s a certain chaos not really a design
But with low expectations
It’ll seem like you got more time
If somebody you know passes away
Just live and let die
But don’t ever forget them
It’s alright to open up and cry
Meeting your maker is the only absolute truth
And that ain’t no lie
If you need proof
All you got to do is read the sky

-- Jaivon Brown