Why's it so easy for a kid to take a gun off a shelf
Bring it to school
And make the classrooms all Hell?
You got bullets flying
And blood flying
And kids dying
They say it ain't like that; trust they all lyin'
In reality, it's like every day, there's a new fatality
Kids comin' into school with a trench coat
Got that Pennywise mentality, they make 'em all float with the AK, let it bust
(Let it bust, let it bust)
Yeah, we only go to school to learn
But we end up on the front lines
Cause they don't learn that the NRA makes the guns available
These business people puttin' us down just like we animals
It's cannibalistic how they eatin' from all the tragedy
Still makin' money, but they causin' a calamity
I don't think they care what the bullets used for
They just only care that their stomachs never ain't full
(Ugh)
How these kids raised?
That's a problem too, ignorin' all the signs cause you gotta be perfect
You can't have the kid with the 'mental issues'
Putting up the illusion that they're a 'goody two-shoes'
'Till the gat comes out
And you SO surprised
Couldn't be for-seen, you can't believe your eyes
How is this your baby?
Is there a demon inside?
Is it hurtin' your pride, your kid is hurting inside?
(Yeah)
I'll prolly cough up blood from this delivery
People don't seem to get it
Trust it's all clear to me
It happens so often, and we so used to it
We could look at the stats and we will only see numbers
(Numbers, numbers)
When we say something way too late, it don't make no difference
It's like we said nothing at all
(At all, at all)
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Why's it so easy for a kid to take a gun off a shelf
Bring it to school
And make the classrooms all Hell?
You got bullets flying
And blood flying
And kids dying
They say it ain't like that; trust they all lyin'
In reality, it's like every day, there's a new fatality
Kids comin' into school with a trench coat
Got that Pennywise mentality, they make 'em all float with the AK, let it bust
(Let it bust, let it bust)
Yeah, we only go to school to learn
But we end up on the front lines
Cause they don't learn that the NRA makes the guns available
These business people puttin' us down just like we animals
It's cannibalistic how they eatin' from all the tragedy
Still makin' money, but they causin' a calamity
I don't think they care what the bullets used for
They just only care that their stomachs never ain't full
(Ugh)
How these kids raised?
That's a problem too, ignorin' all the signs cause you gotta be perfect
You can't have the kid with the 'mental issues'
Putting up the illusion that they're a 'goody two-shoes'
'Till the gat comes out
And you SO surprised
Couldn't be for-seen, you can't believe your eyes
How is this your baby?
Is there a demon inside?
Is it hurtin' your pride, your kid is hurting inside?
(Yeah)
I'll prolly cough up blood from this delivery
People don't seem to get it
Trust it's all clear to me
It happens so often, and we so used to it
We could look at the stats and we will only see numbers
(Numbers, numbers)
When we say something way too late, it don't make no difference
It's like we said nothing at all
(At all, at all)
Bring it to school
And make the classrooms all Hell?
You got bullets flying
And blood flying
And kids dying
They say it ain't like that; trust they all lyin'
In reality, it's like every day, there's a new fatality
Kids comin' into school with a trench coat
Got that Pennywise mentality, they make 'em all float with the AK, let it bust
(Let it bust, let it bust)
Yeah, we only go to school to learn
But we end up on the front lines
Cause they don't learn that the NRA makes the guns available
These business people puttin' us down just like we animals
It's cannibalistic how they eatin' from all the tragedy
Still makin' money, but they causin' a calamity
I don't think they care what the bullets used for
They just only care that their stomachs never ain't full
(Ugh)
How these kids raised?
That's a problem too, ignorin' all the signs cause you gotta be perfect
You can't have the kid with the 'mental issues'
Putting up the illusion that they're a 'goody two-shoes'
'Till the gat comes out
And you SO surprised
Couldn't be for-seen, you can't believe your eyes
How is this your baby?
Is there a demon inside?
Is it hurtin' your pride, your kid is hurting inside?
(Yeah)
I'll prolly cough up blood from this delivery
People don't seem to get it
Trust it's all clear to me
It happens so often, and we so used to it
We could look at the stats and we will only see numbers
(Numbers, numbers)
When we say something way too late, it don't make no difference
It's like we said nothing at all
(At all, at all)
Writer: Jacob Hernandez
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