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He was raised up the right way, but strayed to the left//
Mom told pops in a nice way, “Sons a pain in the neck”//
Pops taught ‘em to hunt, how sneakin’ & hidin’ was fun//
Never thought he’d grow up, to speak his mind with a gun//
It wasn’t bout grades or GPA’s, or even havin’ a bad semester//
Not bout home games or aways, but the pain in his brain had festered//
This student had potential, but what he lacked was friends//
Made a tape full of rage, packaged, straight to CNN//
His patience was at an end, & aim wasn’t all the kid took//
He took 31 lives plus one suicide, & now a college is shook//
Blood splattered notebooks, all those people takin’ cover//
Non stop he shot, one by one, he shot another//
When it all came to an end, he put the gun to his head//
But before his temple bled, he cried, this is what he said//
“Father please forgive me, the worlds watching, their all sad//
“I’m sorry, its not your fault, I’m just a good bullet gone bad”//
