He lived a lifestyle of drug abuse and always runnin' from the cops/
A tough person with an attitude; always gunnin' with his glock/
I didn't think, at the time I met him, he'd be capable of affection/
And if he loved someone... it wouldn't be me; I was damn far from perfection/
Met him at a mall, he was alone; sitting there staring out onto the streets/
Asked him for directions... he looked at me without glaring, without deceit/
Gave me the directions, then met my eyes slowly but unwaveringly calm/
Sounds corny now that I look back at this... he wrote his number in my palm/
Thus, from that day on, began our long and complicated relationship/
We fought often; once we were walking and his wallet fell into a drain/
Furious that his cash and credit was gone he screamed, "Why didn't you save it, bitch?"/
Struck me so hard on the face for days it stung like hell from the pain/
But I wouldn't leave him... couldn't leave him... he alone gave my life meaning/
Since my mom was an alcoholic and my dad left when I came into my being/
Without a second complaint, I would often accompany him on his various missions/
Given to him by his gang; it was dangerous, but I wasn't one to be bitchin'/
I was sure he loved me, of course, since every night he would cradle me in his arms/
Sometimes, we would walk to the nearby park and stay there watchin' stars/
His arm wrapped around me and he flipped me over so we were face-to-face looking/
I could see the anguish of his life in his eyes... I saddened; he saw it and shook me/
"What's wrong, baby?"... he asked. "Don't you ever get tired of this?" I sighed/
He flipped me back onto the cold grass, but still lying quietly by my side/
"I don't really know why I'm living anymore... It seems pointless sometimes" he replied/
"But no matter what happens..." he paused for a moment. "You'll always forever be mine"/
Years passed; our love blossomed, but still it seemed there was a mental blockage/
Between us, blocking me to understanding him truly... perhaps he was mockin'/
He took me to a restaurant overlooking the sea and right there proposed/
My heart grew warm as I looked at his eyes searchingly... but no emotion showed/
It was strange right there, because I couldn't come to a my decision/
He was on one knee, waiting for my response; ears open; eyes listenin'/
I opened my mouth slowly... but then I heard a loud police siren blare/
The restaurant seemingly jumped... I looked for my love, but he wasn't there/
Saw him sprinting for the door and motioned me impatiently to follow/
At that immediate moment, there was no time for sadness, no time for sorrow/
Together, hand in hand, we ran through the streets, the cops at our heels/
I was scared as fuck... his hands were so cold... I knew how true fear feels/
Then, heard a cop yell, "Stop right there, motherfucker, or we shoot!" He didn't pause./
Merciless gunshots around us, caught me in the leg, but he kept running without a frikkin' cause/
Blue officers appeared in front of us, both armed each, with a team of black pistols/
I felt them saying "Freeze" before I heard them say it... saw the gleam of the Mac's metal/
My love never broke a stride; I thought we would go to jail that very moment/
The policemen opened fire in the alley... my head was whirling with strange emotions/
What was my boyfriend thinking?, I thought, as we ran directly into the two cops/
But then, a moment of clarity... he grabbed me and pushed me, forcing me to take the two shots/
Confused the policemen... and he knocked them down coldly with quick blows/
Blood flowed freely from my chest wounds as I fell onto the cold alley sick floor/
Heaving, my heart was breaking, both physically and mentally, I loved him and he betrayed me/
The last moments of my life... a strange thought came... Dear my husband, I wonder can you save me?/
Feedback please. This was, again, a focus on story-telling rather than complex lyricism or wordplay.
