2 in the morning, resting in the bathroom with my Glock in hand,
Listening to his girl getting down with one of his closest, his man.
Didn't know how this was gonna go, cards dealt, no turning back,
Had to lay 'em where they were at, no slack.

All of a sudden, silence, heart thumping, blood pumping,
Finger on the trigger, ready to get dumping.
Then a noise stopped me cold, praying it wasn't a kid,
Faded in my stomach, didn't know it was a multi who done it.

Supposed to be there for one punk ass body, not a kid with a mommy,
Had to be quick, hit the stairs, didn't dare look back,
Opened the door, the kid was right there, eyes wide, locked in,
Thank God I didn't outta fear, wouldn't live with myself, his daddy can die, but I'm not unfair.

Innocence is the only thing I fear,
For one more night, his dad close and near.
Hate to do it, but maybe one day,
That kid will be aiming right for me, right here.