Yes, it's long. Don't be scared, read it, you'll like it. I spent a lot of time on this so some feedback would be excellent. :thumbup:
[Background Info]
I once knew a young man, who seemingly refused to let go
At the age of seventeen, he was a hazard ready to explode
Bitches constantly turned him down, he wouldn't forget though
He'd sweat hoes. . so bad that he even got himself into debt
Cuz he would spend his whole paycheck on bitches for sex
School wasn't goin well, he was failin in all subjects
He'd study all night, but the shit still seemed perplexed
His mother wasn't impressed, so one night when she came home
She yelled for her son Jerome, in a strict and stern tone
Then continued to yell till he got mad and hung up the phone
n slammed the door, then stared at the bitch straight in the eyes
Aware of his size, imprinted doom then envisioned her demise
Of that bitch he despised, pushed away the thoughts he revised
Wanted to hear his mother's cries but was afraid of the cops
n his pops, but he swore to his mother later on that night
That he'd kill her if she hadn't immediately left sight
Out of the cold rose fright, when he showed her the knife
And other supplies that could potentially end her life
And when she'd cry, the heartless bastard felt power from evil
Been to jail twice and wasn't scared of doin somethin illegal
So with his plans plotted, n trapped in the depths of his mind
He gave it some more thought, n' believed that it was time
To stop kiddin' around, n' show these punks his mind's evil defined
So then he got a pen n' paper. . and put ink to the lines
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[The Plan]
For bein' a cold-hearted young man, he gave himself props
The bloody n' tattered image never ever seems to stop
Now open your ears as we take a listen in on his thoughts
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Where's my pen n' paper? I need it before I begin to forget
The name's of those that earned their place on my list
Of the bitches that seemingly had a knack for talkin shit
And of all that shit they talked, they'll soon be lyin in it
Picture'd em' cryin', scanned the list to make sure it was legit
Forehead wrinkled as I sit thinkin' of what kind of crime to commit
Big or little? In the background I hear the music of sorrow's fiddle
The feeble minded opponents. . I've deemed them weak n' brittle
All obstacles need to shriveled, so outta' nowhere I spark an idea
To head to an underground shop, the name of it was "Maria's"
It contained drugs, guns, n' ammo, imported all the way from Korea
Ran by oversea'ers who had already fucked up their careers
These men had no fears, n' were willin' to deal money for tears
N' the one thing that scares me, besides the fact they sell
They already killed enough men to get a front row seat in hell
Not even afraid to dwell in jail, and my life was at stake
Why trade my life for a spot in the melting pot to bake?
But I decided to partake, in the attempt to kill those
Whose mistake was to clown on my big nose n' raggedy clothes
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I thought of Colombine, n' all the people killed at the scene
I mean how many people could I kill at the age of sixteen?
My mind stayed serene, n' it was the right plan I believed
Fuck startin' a career, I don't even need a college degree
So with my mindset stable, here's what I decided to do
Sneak out of the house, at around a quarter to two
N' then outta the blue, I got up n' ran out the house
Noticing my mother terrified holdin' a gun on the couch
Luckily for me, to not impliment action was what she vouched
So then I closed the door shut, n' saw noone around
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[Camera, Ready, Action]
It was a cold foggy night, in the middle of November
He wore a yankees cap that his mom bought that September
N' rememberin' how his mother n' father used to come home late
Workin' overtime just so he could have shoes coverin' his feet
The worst his mom ever did was nag him to keep his room neat
Or just to keep clean, and stay away from the streets
Make sure he brushed his teeth, n' got home before three AM
Conquer life's mayhem, n' after you pray make sure you say amen
Just the responsibilities of motherhood, same things every mother did
He thought to himself. . "Why can't I be happy like every other kid?"
It hurt him inside, he felt lonely enough to just give up n' die
He broke down n' cried, shouted his mother's name out in pride
Around five miles from home, he ran back fast as can be
He spreed home happily till finally he'd reached his own street
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[Home Sweet Home]
He suddenly stopped out of breath, was overwhelmed w/ joy
Stood astonished at the house he'd live in since he was a boy
He wanted to run in, he remembered how he was a brat though
But he couldn't react, to the person who came out of their shadow
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5'3, 109 pounds holdin' a black n' silver beretta
Aimed between his eyes, n' then clinched the metal
Pierced his skull, his future n' life was now gone
Fuck college, he hadn't even gone to his first prom
The one casting the shadow, was nor a cop, enemy, or a brother
The one who pulled the trigger, was his very own mother
