How it Went Down by Kekla Magoon Lyrics
Run. All that was in my mind was fucking run.
Couldn't think about T falling, or the guy who shot him getting away. Especially not him getting away.
Couldn’t think about T dying, or how easy I coulda stopped it. Especially not how easy.
Maybe he won't die. I tried to think it like a prayer.
T's not a screwup like me. He’s lucky. Two shots to the chest- yeah, he could make it. It felt wrong to run, knowing that, but I couldn't stop the steam under my feet.
I kept my eye on Brick's jacket and ran where he led me. Tried to forget I had a piece in my hand. Sleek metal body, cold and strong.
Clutched in my warm, weak fingers.
I tumbled it down into my belt. Tried to forget I could have helped out Tariq with it, taken his killer down.
The piece felt heavy at my waist. Made running kind of awkward, but I kept on after brick.
I need a gun. I know that. But what good will it ever do me if, when the moment comes, I can't stand up?
Couldn't think about T falling, or the guy who shot him getting away. Especially not him getting away.
Couldn’t think about T dying, or how easy I coulda stopped it. Especially not how easy.
Maybe he won't die. I tried to think it like a prayer.
T's not a screwup like me. He’s lucky. Two shots to the chest- yeah, he could make it. It felt wrong to run, knowing that, but I couldn't stop the steam under my feet.
I kept my eye on Brick's jacket and ran where he led me. Tried to forget I had a piece in my hand. Sleek metal body, cold and strong.
Clutched in my warm, weak fingers.
I tumbled it down into my belt. Tried to forget I could have helped out Tariq with it, taken his killer down.
The piece felt heavy at my waist. Made running kind of awkward, but I kept on after brick.
I need a gun. I know that. But what good will it ever do me if, when the moment comes, I can't stand up?