Johnny sits on the stairs
With a gun in hand
His thoughts are that no one cares
He's just a grain of sand
Lost his meds a week ago
Then he devised a plan
His thoughts are that the blood should flow
And he should take a stand
Pops a clip in his trusty AR
And kicks in the door
Pulls the trigger doesn't matter who they are
Bodies will bleed on the floor
Was it the thrills
Was it the pills
Or was it the hate
That caused the kills
That caused the chills
And caused the fate
So many lives will be gone tomorrow
So much pain loss and sorrow
Was it the thrills
Was it the pills
Or was it the hate
Jamal sits on the stairs
With a gun in hand
His thoughts are that no one cares
He's just a broken man
Mom OD'd a week ago
Then he devised a plan
His thoughts are that dealer should know
How her addiction began
Pops the clip in his dirty Glock
And hangs out the door
Pulls the trigger and spays the whole block
The dealer's life is no more
Was it the deals
Was it the pills
Or was it the hate
That caused the kills
That caused the chills
And caused the fate
So many lives will be gone tomorrow
So much pain loss and sorrow
Was it the deals
Was it the pills
Or was it the hate