The Shoot - Page Kennedy

Alright man, it’s late enough to go do this video

Ayo make sure you get the toy gun, we don’t want no bullshit going on, alright?

Alright

Let’s go knock it out and get home you got school in the morning

Hop in my whip with my son headed to my final destination, like GPS had my life

address location

Just thinking of this, another shoot shit, why didn’t I say shoot,

why didn’t I say sketch, why didn’t I say skit, why didn’t I say shit

Alive on arrival at the bank, the coast is clear nobody here so we think

And Tim gets his first shot pretending that he robbin me, his phone is out the

gun is fake so it’s obviously a prank

We get the rest of the shots that we needed

We got what we came for, we good now its time for us to beat it

Inherently somebody must’ve been scared apparently cause they called the cops

now the sirens are scaring me

First objective, make sure my son stay calm, stay calm

We don’t want mistakes or bad breaks

He dropped the gun it was plastic so it broke

But he still had that bandana around his throat

GET DOWN!

Tim Tim, listen to me.

Just do what they say.

It’s fine,

we haven’t done anything wrong

Trying to get their attention, cause I want the guns to rest my way

Seen this movie before, more than Next Friday

No witnesses, so nobody else is getting this

Can’t rely on surveillance cams from businesses

But then I remember I got a large following, nervous swallowing,

can’t breathe but gotta gather all the wind that I can

Our plan is to Facebook Live this, to document any surprises

That’s when I slowly reach down for my phone and they can hear from my tone

that I’m not a threat I think I thought that alone

Cause as soon as I got my fingers into my pocket I heard a sound and I fell to

the ground fast as a rocket

And I ain’t even feel no pain my whole body is numb I’m going blind trying to

stare at my son

I told em get back but it didn’t come out clearly

Blood spilling out my mouth, so he can’t hear me

Officer: Get your ass down

Tim: Dad!

Officer: Put your hands behind your head and lock your fingers

Tim: Tim: You shot my dad, he didn’t even do anything

Officer: You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do will be

held against you in the court of law…

Tim: Dad please don’t die.

I’m sorry

Now some think this could be an honest mistake, honestly mate this ain’t the

time that I’mma relate, I’m sitting here beatin, I’m bleeding, I’m not breathin,

I’m needin a damn ambulance and nobody have a chance to call it

All that’s happened is that they still handcuffed me, i’m shot but still

handling me roughly

I hope the people filming me choking will think of me and pray while I’m

sitting here soaking in my DNA

Now Tim in back of a squad care the cops are looking stupid at each other

knowing they shot another brother, unarmed

I should’ve made it home unharmed, hoping I awake from a dream but there’s no

alarm

Asking me questions like how I’m supposed to answer that?

Like why’d you reach your phone down and where your hands is at

It was my phone sir but why’d you shoot me 5 times?

Wait… wait…(choking)

(Sirens)