Shot fire, shot fire Repeat shot fire, man down man down
Traps are every where, one more step BOOM!!!
This all reply back to Afghanistan..
The noise of the gun, car flaming like hell and prayers
I blink once then twice
Now I'm back home
My head so badly, like a hippo had stomp on me
I look over my shoulders and i see my sister and brothers
Car are flipping around like a pancake would
Rafael told my Little angle to come down
"Shush little angle. Don't be afraid. Everything is going to be okay"
I thought to myself, I don't want to die.
Not yet, not now.
I didn't know what to do but we have to get away from this disaster
I feel like I had failed my family.
I was too ashamed of myself
My sister didn't think so and so those my family
They told me it wasn't my fault that all this happened
But it was still my fault though.....
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