Wonder when he's going to die.

Seems like everynight and day she prays he'll come home safe, she lost the first one, that way, and this feeling is all to familiar to fade.
It hurt , to watch him ride away in that hurst,She found love again, but homeboy, he's even worse.
Swears up and down he's invincible, he,gets in a fight everynight, she cries & begs him, he swears he'll do right.
Chilling with the niggas, chasing after figures,is what he does best. Thinks he's something like cool,'cause owns a bullet proof vest. His best friend took 2 to the chest and lived, he swears his gun is the son he never had,and he's glad,she wants to have kids someday,but she doesn't know.
She tosses and turns in her sleep,each night, praying to god she won't get that dreadful call, and if she does,when it comes, she's gonna lose it all. She..always carries a stun gun in case she needs to use it and run. Cell phone's always on,hoping he'll call and say he's home.
The call never comes and she knows that if it does ring,the news it'll bring,and it won't be him,coroner asking for an I.d. so she can see.
He says, he does it for the money, he does it for them.
They constantly fight, she tells 'em, its a battle he can't win, and god's watching everything they do and the shits a sin,but he just won't listen. Wears a rag in his back pocket, and wonders where cops sweat em,the tech or the berretta,with him its whateva'.
Locked up for a petty charge,his drugs, gone at large.He's the capo in charge,B. Evidence of his drug trafficking long gone,...cause ain't no snitches in the hood, and they all know what's god, so the cops,may never catch it.
Next big time crime,he might be a felon,but aint no tellin',and won't be no jumpin' bailin'. Teflon don that's what he calls himself.
"Slanging dope for the riches,never for the bitches,and snitches get snitches"
He could of went to college on scholarship,but all he cares about is..."chips",but he looks to the nickel sack of crack and not the book rack, and its all that, no conscience, sense of self,that led him here.
Thinkin' the dope game is the quick route to wealth. " that's stealth"
And his girl?....
She said she wasn't going to cry anymore, but everytime there's a knock at the door, or the phone rings, to her pillow she clings. Still gripping the kleenex box tight in the middle of the night,praying hoping to god that one day he really will do right....
till she tossed and turned for the thousandth time, and when the phone actually rang,at about nine, in the back of her mind she thought...
" wonder when he's gonna die"
Fin