[Verse 1]
Meet. John, a 17 year old problem,
Rearranging his sick thoughts, no one could stop them,
Thinking about suicide, just hanging himself,
Fuck the world, he thought, never gunna get fortune or wealth,
Being picked on, he was jumped every single day,
Blood on the face, his life wasn't friendly play,
When he got out of college, he knew what to do,
Got a registered gun, then got his CCW,
He found that kids house, Anthony Greeter,
Saw Anthony with his girl, then he got ready to beat her,
Pistol whipped her, made that girl scream and bleed,
Cocked the pistol, pointed right at Anthony,
The gun was shot, life passed Greeters eyes,
But he never got a chance to wave his own life bye-bye,
He didnt take any shit, now hes taking a full clip,
And if you got something to say to him, well he aint taking bullshit.
[Chorus x2]
It's amazing, teens getting caught up with their life,
End up self-destructing, not blowing up, but getting slit by a knife,
They aint taking it no more, they ain't playing with no whore,
Theyll be using a gun, metal, or a piece of glass they found on the floor,
As long as they do it, they couldn't give a fuck less,
As long as they get through their life, which they call a fucked mess.
[Verse 2]
Remember those days, Nathan, playing in the sun,
Now you at the back of alleys playing with them guns,
You ain't having fun, getting crushed by peer pressure,
Being told to go spit on those old, queer professors,
Now the days getting wetter, and his hearts getting colder,
And all the beliefs and pressures are laying on his shoulders,
Dropped out of school, he thought: fuck an education,
As long as he gets his weed and he starts blazing,
Father beating him when he was only five,
Its kind of ironic now, look whos got the knife,
Stabbed him in the stomache and ended his life,
Now his last wonder is how hes going to survive, yo...
[Chorus x2]
Typed this up, 15 minutes. Feedback appreciated. Thanks in advance
