I carry a knife to protect myself in case I'm confronted with an equal.
If they dare to mess with me I'll first give them the deserved mouthful.
And if they push to the point where I have no other choice,
I need to take another route, to save my breath and my voice.
If they think they're clever and try me for my iphone,
I'll twist their arm and smash their teeth and break their every bone.
And if they raise from their hiding, there's no other way I'm afraid,
I'll need to use that knife of mine, the one I readily made.
What's this no, my head's locked between my enemies chest and arm.
This knife of mine is in his hands and about to cause me fatal harm.
'Please' I beg, don't do this to me,
I have a job and a family,
I'm only 19, and I'm sorry, let go!
Spare my life, and take my iphone!
Take my chain, and my bike that's new,
Just drop the knife whatever you do.
It's really not worth it, I was wrong,
I've been risking my my life with my knife all along.
Have mercy, don't do it, your better than me,
I'll give you my wallet, if you would just let me be.
Where am I, this light blinds my eyes,
I hear my mums voice as she begs and she cries.
I reach out my hand to God, I know my fate too well.
open my eyes, but I don't see hell.
I lay in a bed with white linen sheets,
but they're covered in blood and I sigh.
See them all sitting down in the hard hospital seats,
thinking I was gone that I didn't try.
never again will I carry a knife or weapon to harm another,
its not worth the look on the face of my poor beloved mother.