South Park Mexican Follow

While I let this pen write
In my cell, it's just me and this dim light
As my thoughts get spilled on this notebook,
They shot my homie and I told this girl, "Don't look"
'Cause if she saw what I saw, it would've haunted her
I heard the paramedics laughing with the officer
I guess they see it as just another dead body
And I know it hurt when his daughter said, "Mommy, where's daddy? I ain't seen him in a long time"
How could mommy talk?
She can't even stop crying
The punch line is tomorrow may never come
That's where the cops get 1-8-7 from
It means murder, not death by natural causes
It means homies' clothes redder then Santa Clauses
And here would many died facing obstacles
I thank God it's not me ????

While I let this pen write
In my cell, it's just me and this dim light