Someone chech the crime rate
Out goes the yellow tape
I mean he was only 17
Just started living life with a handful of dreams
But one shot took all that away
Foor his cold motionless carcus we prey
That to be absent from the body is to be present from with the lord
Didn't live by the gun but died by somebody else's sword
So I ask that person are you contempt
Cause before you pulled the trigger he begged for his life off of his own whim
You say it was defense, I say its bullshit
Now he just another one whose life was ended 2 quick
I could wish death upon you but two wrongs don't make right
So for as long as you live I want you to remember that your the one who took this boy's life
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