Death Story

I'm blackin' out, on my last leg/ takin' final breaths'/ Overheard the doctor say I ain't gonna make it, final steps/ In the zone half panickin' half feelin' gone. Hang on homie! My boys yellin tryna keep me goin. Little sister in the distance, I see her tears flowin. Where mommy at? She on the ground passed out cold. Aw man this is how it ends, death came quick. My God I'll do anythang just let me live. I wanna pray but I can't pray, I never really done it. I dont know if I should call Christ, Buddah or Mohammed. Gettin blunted earlier this evenin now seems wrong and my brain is searchin hard for any scripture or song. I'm havin flashbacks, now I remember, it was December. I was standing on the corner pitchin rocks in the winter. Young dude ran up on me thought he was a winner but he started tryna convince me all the ways i'm a sinner.

(Man, you never understood man. You've lied before right? You've stolen before right? Man you've already broken two of the ten commandments man. That qualifies you as a law breaker, thats sin man, it offends the holy and perfect and righteous God man, thats sin, you need a savior because of the sin man. I'm just tryna break it down for you.)

Havin a hard time breathin. But I ain't leavin until I know what I believe in. Wait maybe it was Ak on the block who was tellin me Mohammed was the rock, nah, stop.

(You know man, you know Mohammed was the truth. You know what im sayin? Islam is the way to go yo.)

But ain't Mohammed die? Yeah, dawg and they buried him, thats scary then cuz I don't know if Allah really carries men. Let's get back to Jesus. Coughin and wheezin, this world's full of lies man, everythings misleadin. They told me dont be scared to die but dawg thats ridiculous cuz I dont know what happens to me next in this predicament. Its sickenin. God give me answers, give me clues, help me understand, who do I trust, what do I do?