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NO DIFFERENCES NOW
Top shelf of the closest he reaches for a brown paper bag
Sits on the bed and pulls out a chrome handgun
Not sure what kind or who made it
Wasn't important for he needed it for one purpose
With Cargo shorts, green tee shirt and under armor slides on
He stands to see his reflection
This time it's different
No tears are being cried
No doubts run through his mind
Most confidence he's had since the first time he ever missed rent
No worries about who's being left behind
No fear of hell and ain't praying to make it into heaven
Just a deep breathe as he raises the barrel
Moving his finger over the trigger
Very few can say their first shot was a kill shot
Do you feel any relief America
Another no good member of society is gone
You can stop at the light
Without having to see him holding a please help sign
Able to go into Starbucks for your latte or expresso
And not have to hide your twenty two cents in change
Now stand by your mailbox for that government check
That's what they do when someone like him dies right
I mean you was supporting him with your taxes right
If only the world was filled with people just like you
Bends down to pull out a shoebox from under the bed
Reaches in picking up what he thinks is nine millimeter
Not that it matters
He only needs it for one reason
Lost his job then his house
Car was repoed and his wife took the kids
The difference a year makes
As he raises the barrel images
flash in his head
That man at the light
The one who was sleeping on Starbucks sidewalk
What's the difference between the two
Was he to blame for society giving up
Seeing him no better then a useless bum
Why he offer a hand out
Give up that twenty two cents
To late to change it now
So he stands to see his reflection
Moving his finger over the trigger
Very few can say their first shot was a kill shot
Sits on the bed and pulls out a chrome handgun
Not sure what kind or who made it
Wasn't important for he needed it for one purpose
With Cargo shorts, green tee shirt and under armor slides on
He stands to see his reflection
This time it's different
No tears are being cried
No doubts run through his mind
Most confidence he's had since the first time he ever missed rent
No worries about who's being left behind
No fear of hell and ain't praying to make it into heaven
Just a deep breathe as he raises the barrel
Moving his finger over the trigger
Very few can say their first shot was a kill shot
Do you feel any relief America
Another no good member of society is gone
You can stop at the light
Without having to see him holding a please help sign
Able to go into Starbucks for your latte or expresso
And not have to hide your twenty two cents in change
Now stand by your mailbox for that government check
That's what they do when someone like him dies right
I mean you was supporting him with your taxes right
If only the world was filled with people just like you
Bends down to pull out a shoebox from under the bed
Reaches in picking up what he thinks is nine millimeter
Not that it matters
He only needs it for one reason
Lost his job then his house
Car was repoed and his wife took the kids
The difference a year makes
As he raises the barrel images
flash in his head
That man at the light
The one who was sleeping on Starbucks sidewalk
What's the difference between the two
Was he to blame for society giving up
Seeing him no better then a useless bum
Why he offer a hand out
Give up that twenty two cents
To late to change it now
So he stands to see his reflection
Moving his finger over the trigger
Very few can say their first shot was a kill shot
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