Two shots, and I was down.
I used to think the water would be clear
And I would be able to see the other side
This on the other hand, was thick and dark as night
I couldn’t think of moving out at the time
I felt like a bomb of emotions was about to set me free

My sister used to tell me
We will make daddy’s business great
He will be proud of us
Even if he can’t see us

So the years came
We did make him proud
I got into trouble
Brought a lot of rumble

My reign was over
So sister took over
Turned my right hand against me
Gave him a gun

by Winniefred F. Gbemuotor