Las Vegas, bright lights, big City.
Will you remember me? I fought for the idea
that skin color is not priority. But now I'm barely alive,
my body beaten to its limits
I will die tonight for what I belive.
Will you remember me? My son will never be in my arms again.
Shots fired! My body riddled with bullets,
as my tears bleed. How can anyone die this way?
Will you remember me? Do you belive?
A trail of tears have fallen,
my thoughts are filled with love (wait for this nightmare dream to fall out)
to breath out this fight for us!