Sir MiLo - Consequences lyrics

[Intro] "Somebody outta just reach out help me, it seen no.." [Verse 1: Sir Milo] Look into his eyes the result of homicide The imagery is caution tape and tears you left behind By you, I mean the people who were involved in the crime Life is gamble, sets off candles and flowers to buy I never seen so much blood on the hallway Somebody save em' is the thought running through my cranium, naigra falls Never looked so direct in the facial The victim was underage, I felt the gore and pain filled in his eyes I remain in camouflage as the students behind me drop like flies People are shooked and surprised He's dying, look at his eyes Why would they the guy Only if they hadn't caught em walking alone in boredom Without his weapon, left it with his reckless little brother They snuff his head into the gla** until it shattered Nothing but the shards piercing through his skin and blood splatter His friend ran sh** ran down the n***as draws quicker then he hit the floor His homie did him wrong, sh** isn't sweet as georgia's peaches consequences come in raw demonstrations and you fall When the weapon springs in action no more acting for your boy Your reaction is to back up when the mags approach your dome If you act up it gets the clapping a round of applause With no performance involved Mother and father will at your bed side as they mourn [Hook] [Verse 2: Sir MiLo] Tomorrow comes today, gorilla instincts as hes prepared to catch his prey Rest in piece is what he preaches as he cleans his piece engraved with a signature his nina that he had tucked away His back packed with a gat packed with ammo that will leave a mans back flat as a yoga mat Jamals with em asking when hes gonna co*k back and rata-tat-tat the kid who made Johnny take a nap he doesn't reply just proceeds to hold the strap Puts it in his pants comfortable enough to pull it fast out when its time to clash Finished all of cla** his eyes anger and hate when he enemy pa**es Let off a round quick enough to make the gun jam His plan back fires, emeny returns fire Caught him slipping bet he wished he would of carried more fire Now his bodies stiff laying on a stretcher, both eyes rolling from the path chosen should of chose your path wiser youd be a smart man who would of though the victim would of turned into the hitman [Hook] [Verse 3: Sir MiLo]