911 Video (MV)

Hello, 911, i think my son is hurt
But theres no blood on his shirt
This isn't what he deserved
Only 12 with the world at his disposal
Someone please come fast, I'm trying to stay hopeful
45 minutes later, here come the sirens
I would've took him myself but they suspended my license
The ride to the hospital was full of silence
I just hope my son is ok, i might start crying
Then i start thinking back to before, I'm really trying
It was that cop in charge, what a cruel tyrant
He's a virus, and soon he's retiring
Makes me wanna get up and move to an island
Find guidance through God, he won't bring me diamonds
He gives much more, he makes you vibrant
Like these damn sirens
Now I have to find another place thats hiring
Hospital bills are really piling
The father to my son is still f*cking lying
Starting to think the best way out is dying
But i have to do it for my son
His surgery on his throat went well
Want to tell every cop, go to hell
Then one comes through the door
Dark skin, tattoos, there was only 1 chair so he sat on the floor
He spoke to me about the man who did this to my son
He said he wasn't aloud to say, but morals over come him
Commander in chief, he called him
Highest rank on the force, not many call him
On his wrong-doings and mistakes
It just ends up getting erased
This is too much, I got a headache
I need to sit down, but i stand up and pace
My son is still in a medically induced coma
Just yesterday he was sitting on the sofa drinking soda
I was on talking on the phone with a lime in a corona
Your commander has a heart as cold as Minnesota
Its starting to get hard to breath, like pneumonia
Im starting to really feel alone, imma
Do something bad to me or someone else
I don't give a f*ck about my health, I just need to gain wealth
Stay on the stealth, figure out how the cards are dealt
I might just take off my belt and in the hospital room, kill myself
All because of this commander of yours