Judge the boy please not his past
Why reopen old wounds
when old scars are already scabs
For the longest time he only had four friends
A vision and a message
Paper and a pen
But yall forever stay with your scrutiny
Spreading faulty rumors
Instead of using eyes; you use your ears to see
A boy backed away into isolation
Not because he wanted to
Cause he felt eyes of judgement raining down on him... precipitation
Backed to a wall with nowhere else to run
All he sees are enemies
He feels his only protection is his dad's gun
6 shots fired; 6 people killed
Bullets with no names on it
Guilty and innocent blood spilled
As he looks at what he had done, he cries to himself
Knowing he cant give back what he took
He takes the gun and take aim at himself
Pooowww!!!
Now look
* Never judge someone until you walk in their shoes*
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