Growing Up

A madman is shooting, he cares for no one
I would fight back but where the hell is my gun
I see the coldness and fire in his eye
I'm not a coward but I don't wanna die
got to reach the door at the end of the hall
one by one I see all of my friends start to fall

I ran to my locker to pull out my gun
I can't find my bullets, I threw my knife
I only need one clear shot and he'd be done
he's still alive I have to run for my life
I scurry to open a drug dealers locker
I put his bullets into my nine and cocked her

I slipped on a rubber and fell down the stairs
I fell on shirts and pants and panies, two pairs

I ran around the corner and there he was frozen
I shot him in the head, that that knocked his ass over
I don't think they can trace the gun it was Just stolen
I save a lot of lives now he's pushing up clover

I hope I don't go hell for what I have done
it's not my fault the princible don't lock up his gun ���

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