Youth Speaks - Shots Fired lyrics

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Youth Speaks - Shots Fired lyrics

Hi, my name is Aliyah Shell. I'm 6 years old. I live on 3100 South Springfield Avenue. I always hear shots fired. I don't know what that means. It was March 17, 2012. Mommy was making my hair pretty. We were on the porch, me, mommy and my sister, she's 2. A truck came by. Not the ice cream one. This one was mean. He had a bad toy outside the window. Seven loud noises came out. I felt all of them, I wondered if they knew that's how old I was turning this year. My name is Alex. I'm 23, I'm from East LA. I was on my way to see my girl, 'cause ain't no woman like the one I got. It was May 17th. I couldn't wait to hold her, to touch her. But something touches me unexpectedly. Everything is fading out, even the screams of me yelling help. I'm becoming more familiar with my eyelids. Baby, I love you. My name is Candace, I'm 26. They say curiosity k**ed the cat but I'm human. It was May 20th. I heard gunshots, I hurried to my porch to see a gun being aimed at a man on a bike. I guess the streets didn't teach him how to shoot cause now I see my own blood running loose. Do you believe in second chances? My name is Calvin Williams, I'm 39 years young. Five years ago, I was almost buried six feet deep but I survived. Right arm slightly paralyzed, my leg went limp but I got four kids, my 12 year old, my 9 year old, my 8 year old and 4. I had to change my life but on May 9th somebody thought otherwise. We ordered pizza, shots rung out. My spouse runs out, followed by my 8 year old who says, "Daddy, get up!" My heart, Lois, I'm sorry baby. No third chances. It's time for daddy and the angels to go dancing. My name is Ashen Anderson. I was 14 when I k**ed an innocent bystander. I didn't know he was married with two kids two years younger than me. It wasn't my fault, I'm in the 8th grade. I see my enemy point the P-15. It's k** or be k**ed, I shot at him six times. Am I gonna do life for this? It wasn't even my gun, it was my brother's. We wish we could silence the sirens. What's wrong with the world mama?