Lyrics
Verse 1:
Cole Haddaway, had a way of dealin wit shit
the quiet kid in the class, passed the grades and the spliffs/
always in tha back of the room, keepin to himself
who wuda thought he had a gun hidden in his shelf/
highschool years came, cole had no friends
jokes were made about is weight, smiles he'd pretend/
muthafuckaz he met stayed in check to set a remark
got jacked everyday, after school in the park/
set himself apart cuz he wasn't at all excepted
never given a chance, even his parents had left him/
lived with his unk, who was drunk all of the time
ex-marine, owned macs, semi autos and 9s /
no one turn to, cole dumped his mind in2 drugs
he shrugged off the pain and walked around wit a buzz/
every mornin all hed hear is "yo pig, u fuckin shit
nobody likes you, faggot, u aint worth spit"/
even the nice ones didnt talk; thought he was weird
he listend to mozart, music made his genius appear/
but he was crazy no doubt, tho a beauiful mind,
if someone wuda shown compassion, he wuda been fine/
but harassment kept bashin his brains in, made his veins spin
hed get so mad hed cut himself just to strain limbs/
find someone to feel sorry for him, so unique
never happened n in the end, hed past his peak/
Hook 2x:
It was a cold day
the day he brought
that gun to school
when things got hot
just too much pain
for him to take
blood in the rain
this was no mistake
Verse 2:
summer of junior year, for me a great time
but for Cole, he wanted to kill himself to remind/
all the fuckin ppl who hated him, and laughed
when he passed, he tasked himself to make em regret their masks/
they put on at skool, cuz ppl be actin different at night
when the time is right, the mood is light, yall retreat like fights/
but dat is not the issue, kid didnt go out after school
came home, studied, listened to music and obeyed rules/
but in summer, he b in his room all the day
just waitin for the right moment to spray/
he even made a hit list, of who he wanted to end
ashes burned on the paper blunted mind wud blend/
colours and fades, whats between real imagination
the truth is just facin, suspense is crazy while hes waitin/
he cant live like this no more, this aint his fault
hed been shit on his whole life, and ever-apalled/
(fuck everyone, fuck the world, im blowin it up
givin no fucks , fuck school, fuck livin above/
fuck heaven and fuck hell, fuck the words and the mic
fuck anyone whose been mean, fuck whoever been nice/
fuck my parents and the teacers, nobody helped me
i kept my cool, got my high but noone could melt me/
cold as ice, my heart, it starts to slow and im mad
dont kno what im gonna do), this is the letter he had/
Verse 3:
2 months sittin in a room, just starin blankly at the wall
thinkin bout what 2 do when back at school in the fall/
shortly enuff the time comes, a sunny and warm september
nobody really knew that this month was one to remember/
the first two weeks back, cole was still out casted
still made fun of the weight he looked and way he acted/
it was friday the thirteenth when he hit his peak, his top
in the middle of the caf, his pants and boxers had dropped/
the last straw, a prank, somebody just did to him for laughs
no body really knew that theyd pretty soon be passed/
on cuz on and on this torture had went
this the last time that Cole wud let em repent/
the weekend he devised exactly how to do it
opened his uncles drawer, and pulled out a 32 wit/
2 other 9 em-em, ready to get them, everyone that sinned
and whoever made him try to fit in/
packed up his school bag with the heavy artilery brow
off the bus, to his locker , the guns are gettin cocked now/
runnin down the hallway, haddaway is now bustin caps
pistolwhipped the principle first and started shootin after that/
hit 10 students, the tec jammed so he grabbed both the 9s
ran to his first period, kicked open the door for the times/
hed been made fun of, he shot all 29 kids in the fa
