Somebody getting shot- poem by Jarell

 While he got that phone in his palm,

It's a bullet in his arm,

As more bullets come, he tyna shoot back with his gun He gets hit again in the chest as he try to run

But he breathing real heavy thinking like should he call go.

He looked to the left and right,

But he realized there was to no-one to help him in sight, He starting to feel woozy and his head start getting light,

It turns out he was shot by his dad

Crazy how things can change like that.