Let me tell a story of the day my life changed
It was Tuesday morning at around eight o, five
Walking down the sidewalk with headphones for a jive
Not paying attention as bullets were exchanged

I got hit in my back and I stumbled to ground
Thinking that life's over, seeing streams of my blood
And not feeling my legs, as pain succumbing flood
Screaming for any help, ambulance rush to sound

Taken to hospital where bullets still remain
They stopped the flow of blood and told me the bad news
That I would never walk, paralyzed from this bruise.

Instead of getting mad, I found fighting campaign
Insisting gun control for our security
To be able to walk with fearless purity.