Dream of butterflies

you were hangingout with a couple of black friends at a bqq that little cutie on your arm with the jeans with butterfly patches on her butt grabing yuou a corona. yes i as there watching from a far starting to wonder just maybe, youll notice me. you went inside chuckling not really knowing what was coming for you next. that woman said nothing that woman soulmate of you. knowing nothing, im sorry you be here now in my arms. your love gone with one shot. one gun nothing else of pain. tears fly by tearing through those men like bulls, justice. pop pop it is done. did it solve the pain killing your son?