Teenaged Killer (1 John 1:9)

I saw the clip of my homeboy
 I saw the clip of my homeboy get killed by the police
 He was playin' with a toy gun
 And then he wanna go get a real one
 I-I can't let the cops kill me
 I start, I start shootin' at shit, you know?
 I should be at home playing fortnite
 'stead I'm on the corner, cracking open a coors light
 Tell the ops its on sight
 Mom shot some dope when she was pregnant with me
 So the doctor said I wasn't born right
 I feel fine though, fuck with me and my nine go
 I'm handy with the steel
 Put you asleep with my eyes closed
 A first kiss, shit I got a side hoe
 Creepin' through thе side door
 Homie, you know the vibеs bro
 My Big brother said being black is a death sentence
 He read a lot, ain't been the same since he left prison
 But he still set trippin', rag to the left crippin'
 Sellin' dope talking in codes about his next shipment
 He tried to go straight when he was fresh out
 They wasn't hiring ex cons they made him stress out
 Now he trap at that red house, like the fuck the government the fiends loving it, wearing a oven mitt pulling that bread out
 Uh, wonder why am I a teenage killer
 Seeing death in the jects made the PJ's realer
 Crazy movies bout the hood nigga we way iller
 Wonder if God forgives teenage killers
 In baseball you get the Cy Young for great pitching
 In the hood, you get to die young for weight pinching
 I'm only 13 my life is in the 8th inning
 I had a dream I was walking thru Hell's gate grinning
 Like, fuck the Devil he can get it too, shoot outs its been a few
 Stabbed a nigga up for his tennis shoes
 His homie was running so fuck it I shot him win or lose
 Now I'm on the run cause my baby face is all in the news
 The cops kicked in my mama door, start unloading on me
 3 to the chest homie it's ova for me, I'm dying in my mama arms
 She holding me the same way she did the day she gave birth to me
 I'm lying, like "mama that ain't hurt to me" she crying
 As I start thinking how much was my life was worth to me
 I'm certainly on some reflection, thinking damn, I should of took my life in a different direction, but I, buried my friend when the cops killed him and I, buried my uncle when the ops killed him
 Now im, cold hearted, my soul departing, momma, see you heaven, God willin, sorry, I was a teenage killer