Shamar's Story Lyrics

The arrest of the 17-year-old marks the fifth time this year in Indianapolis that a suspect

Under the age of 18 has been accused of a homicide

Ransacked an apartment on the northeast side

After shooting more than 50 rounds

The leadership has failed

Sirens are constantly blaring, yeah

You know if you come from my area

She can't afford her son's burial bullets been hitting the house and it's scaring her

Like damn, wonder who's next

I know plenty niggas ain't see 18

Tryna break the cogs of the machines

Till they took their final breath

On the floor, he bleeding, out

It's summer bloody season, uh

Last time that I seen him, he was laughing momma grieving

It's malicious, so suspicious

That the kids are dying early or in prison, yeah

How the fuck we supposed to heal when murder murder

Praised up by the money counters?

They gon' get it by any means

Take your mind, take your spirit, take your homie from you

Load it up, back in blood, first assumption

17 with a beam, danger's coming

I'ma tell a story about this kid Shamar

Raised up Post Road, never left the county

Smart kid, always hung around Marcus

Role models, fuck that, always felt disregarded

Momma working graveyard shifts, so he fell in with the wrong clique

14 years old, had him working the scale

Walking the hall, serving Oz at the bell

Did what he saw, he ain't know nothing else

He stayed out the way till the day he was killed

Ring ring, who's that? Oh shit, it's Marcus

He got a play said it's easy, he promise

This is the plan we gon' take back what's ours

Look, ain't no one home, I been scouting for hours

We gonna get in and out just like a shower

I know they got zips, we can flip all that flower

A quick two bands for you and your momma

Shamar said I'm in, his first and his final

On the floor, he bleeding, out

It's summer, bloody season, uh

Last time that I seen him, he was laughing

Momma grieving

It's malicious, so suspicious

That the kids are dying early or in prison

Marcus pulled up in his 98 Buick

Whipped out a glove, said we not gonna use it

It's just for protection, so we don't look stupid

In case some shit happen, then you gotta shoot it

Shamar never wanted a grip on a pole

Conscious was screaming it told him to go

He didn't listen, he want them bankrolls

Shamar grabbed the retta and told him, let's roll

Riding down Washington, ain't no one stopping this

Marcus pull into the village apartments

Okay, we here just be cool when we walking in

Put on they hoodies, midsummer is hot as shit

Walk to the door in the heat

Shamar just follow his lead

Beretta under his sleeve

Under the mat, there's a key

Marcus unlocks it with ease

He takes what he wants

Throwing shit around, nonchalant

Shamar feel a strain in his heart

His light turning dark

He knowing that this shit is wrong

But fuck it, the motto we ball

He go and look for the stash

This shit gotta be in the back

He follow the smell of the gas

Six zips on the bed in a bag

He call Marcus name and they laughed

Then stop cause they hear someone's tracks

Who the fuck was that

Nah they can't be back

Two voices walk into the house that's trashed

Marcus plan went bad

Hope the gun ain't jammed

Cause he bout to get some blood up on his hands

Run up out the room, see him then he shoot

Fire in his eyes, then before he knew

Shots fired back, hit him in his neck

Did it for a check

Tragic silhouette

On the floor, he bleeding, out

This summer, bloody season, uh

Last time that I seen him, he was laughing

Mama grieving

It's malicious

So suspicious

That the kids are dying early

Or in prison

Mm, mm, mm

Too many times

Too many times

This shit happened

Too many times

Yeah, this shit is tragic

It's tragic

Mm, mm

Mm, mm, mm