Story of a Murder
Blood drips and my hand is red
Can't remember I'm blank again
What is happening was it an accident
Was I the one who just slashed his limbs?
I look around I don't see a thing
Who took him out after creeping in
I move about what should I do and how?
He'll soon be found I gotta flee the scene
I stand back, I just keep still
I don't want to add fingerprints
A mad man looking for a real deal
Probably walked in this room and killed him here
I can't have that I should leave these
I'll definitely get into trouble
If someone walked in and saw me like this
I had no choice but to get in a rumble
What should I do man? who is this? Oh my god, oh my god
I take a deep breath and try to get calm
If I get it done tonight will get solved
How did I get involved and ended up right in this part?
First I should find a switch and lighten the bulb
And check the place
See if there's an exit to skip and escape
But before that I should scan his corpse
I think i should inspect his face
I lean closer squeeze lower
Heat rose and I feel warmer
His reeking corpse tho, seem colder
And bleeds, flowing with each moment
This might be the guy who I've seen him hide
Right there in my neighborhood be creeping
So if I'm getting it right I could identify
If I only take a look at his sneakers
Then right there I noticed
A shiny pair glowing
Nike Air Jordans
With tightly firm soles that
Are just like the ones I saw before
Pretty much every night at dawn, at 4:00
A couple of times I tried to follow or
Get an eye on him but I never caught him tho
So I guess he was a stalker a bad one
Looking for an opportunity but never had none
I don't know what he was looking for
And don't know what his plan was
So he's here and I'm here
Right hand fisted the knife is there
Shirt is red. Let me get this nice and clear
So that means that I killed him
Oh no, what did I do?
Why did I kill him? I wish I knew
How could this be real-life and so true
I have to run away but why can't I move
Oh my god I shake cause this blows my mind
Anxious stressed and torn I sigh
Afraid and nervous soaked and dry
Brain ain't working. Wait!
I gotta think for a moment
So I could get things to work here
Should I get rid of the corpse
Then think about sprinting home?
I gotta get a body bag to stuff him in
But when I look around I see there's nothing here
What if I just drag him on the floor to my car until
I find a better place so that I could dump him there
I grabbed his feet
Walking backwardly thinking where I could be
Wrapped in sheets and blanked sleeping
While I was trapped in dreams
But no, no I'm stuck here with this poor soul
This must be it the worst moment
I blush and cringe just more and more
Do I hear a thing or my ears ring?
Cause I think I thought I did
Maybe I'm just hallucinating
Cause I never saw a thing
I'm only two steps away from the door
Then I can toss him in
Wait! I think the door is getting open
Somebody's walking in
Can't remember I'm blank again
What is happening was it an accident
Was I the one who just slashed his limbs?
I look around I don't see a thing
Who took him out after creeping in
I move about what should I do and how?
He'll soon be found I gotta flee the scene
I stand back, I just keep still
I don't want to add fingerprints
A mad man looking for a real deal
Probably walked in this room and killed him here
I can't have that I should leave these
I'll definitely get into trouble
If someone walked in and saw me like this
I had no choice but to get in a rumble
What should I do man? who is this? Oh my god, oh my god
I take a deep breath and try to get calm
If I get it done tonight will get solved
How did I get involved and ended up right in this part?
First I should find a switch and lighten the bulb
And check the place
See if there's an exit to skip and escape
But before that I should scan his corpse
I think i should inspect his face
I lean closer squeeze lower
Heat rose and I feel warmer
His reeking corpse tho, seem colder
And bleeds, flowing with each moment
This might be the guy who I've seen him hide
Right there in my neighborhood be creeping
So if I'm getting it right I could identify
If I only take a look at his sneakers
Then right there I noticed
A shiny pair glowing
Nike Air Jordans
With tightly firm soles that
Are just like the ones I saw before
Pretty much every night at dawn, at 4:00
A couple of times I tried to follow or
Get an eye on him but I never caught him tho
So I guess he was a stalker a bad one
Looking for an opportunity but never had none
I don't know what he was looking for
And don't know what his plan was
So he's here and I'm here
Right hand fisted the knife is there
Shirt is red. Let me get this nice and clear
So that means that I killed him
Oh no, what did I do?
Why did I kill him? I wish I knew
How could this be real-life and so true
I have to run away but why can't I move
Oh my god I shake cause this blows my mind
Anxious stressed and torn I sigh
Afraid and nervous soaked and dry
Brain ain't working. Wait!
I gotta think for a moment
So I could get things to work here
Should I get rid of the corpse
Then think about sprinting home?
I gotta get a body bag to stuff him in
But when I look around I see there's nothing here
What if I just drag him on the floor to my car until
I find a better place so that I could dump him there
I grabbed his feet
Walking backwardly thinking where I could be
Wrapped in sheets and blanked sleeping
While I was trapped in dreams
But no, no I'm stuck here with this poor soul
This must be it the worst moment
I blush and cringe just more and more
Do I hear a thing or my ears ring?
Cause I think I thought I did
Maybe I'm just hallucinating
Cause I never saw a thing
I'm only two steps away from the door
Then I can toss him in
Wait! I think the door is getting open
Somebody's walking in
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Writer(s): Karan Aqvami
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