the perfect death of a emcee by artist : english

So i've Lived 14 Summer's correct.
Look back, and watch these Numbers collect.
Humble respect, Witnessed bundles of stress.
Muzzle my breath with this puzzle called death.
I'm on the concrete .....nicked by Hallows.
I guess Cross-hare defines me... strict'd N followed.
Pride was something i wore...and now..it's swallowed.
Up right stairin' at him, the views not....
What you think- i'm two blocks in spew-drops
My dew which grew red is Too hott...
too step inI came out to take a few shots..
Who'da thought i'd actually take a few shots.
I see the cop who shot me....He who builds us
with security and bullshit lies that drill us....
But BIG was right I Guess YOU AIN'T no body till sumBodie Kills ya!/
Channel Seven News, and Eleven too.All my neighbors the revrend too.

*takes last Final breathe*

I guess My death is my show, and i'ma star.
Turn my head, See that cop Beside my moms car.
explainin' how i'd live, jus tragically Scared....
I feel the pinch of death, squeezin' my Lungs.
I feel that fresh toxic air Leavin' my lungs..
then my breathin' is done...
I try to get up, i grab the nearest rail barely...
Stamp'd as a goner...This mail carried
I'm goin' postal I failed(in life) unfarely...
I see Big L, Big Pun Pac singin....HAIL MARY......