By: Marc A. Turner Copyright © 2000
We answered the calls just as they’d come
A man with a knife, two more with a gun
My partner and I were always ready for hell
We watched each others’ back, we did it quite well
We’ve been shot at and missed by thugs selling rocks
We’ve been battered from rooftops with garbage and blocks
The word on the street was we’d take no guff
The skells would say we were fair but damn tough
Yup, ready for anything I always said
Never surprised… until I learned he was dead
See my partner worked overtime he needed more pay
He had two little boys and a girl on the way
No it wasn’t a robbery or a felon on the run
He just stopped a kid, to say be careful, have fun
But the kid on the bike was high on cocaine
Now my partner lay dead, a bullet in his brain.
I miss him real bad, he thought just like me
When I’m walking my beat, his face I still see
Every call he is with me, still watching my back
Take nothing for granted, keep on your toes
Cause, when’s YOUR shift end…? One never knows.
01/30/02