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His Blood, Your hands
I won’t say he was the best
He most definite won’t the worse
But he was a human being
Who didn’t deserve to get hurt
To walk in his house with help
Knowing you wouldn’t go by yourself
You wanted to over power him
That is why you came with them
You could had made a different
Could have kept it a simple fight
Instead you made your own decision
And decided to take his life
Let’s start from the beginning
From the moment you 3 walk in
Cursing, fighting just wasn’t enough
You pull the guns on him
Even took another gun
And beat him down with it
It's hard for me to picture this
But this is how it went
At that point you didn’t care
You had the best of him
I guess you prove how bad you were
So you continue to torture him
When all was done and it was over
You headed for the door
Then he moan you heard him groan
So you turn around for more
And just that fast you shot him down
Completing your ambition
Even though you thought it was all his fault
You didn’t have to fire that ammunition
Nevertheless it is said and done
Nothing can bring him back
But if $20.00 would have save his life
I would have gave you that
So thank you so much for destroying our lives
Taking my son father, who now sit and cries
Yes it is hard for us to forgive
But we all will be praying for you
We hope one day you will understand
JAKE HAIRSTON blood is now on your HANDS
He most definite won’t the worse
But he was a human being
Who didn’t deserve to get hurt
To walk in his house with help
Knowing you wouldn’t go by yourself
You wanted to over power him
That is why you came with them
You could had made a different
Could have kept it a simple fight
Instead you made your own decision
And decided to take his life
Let’s start from the beginning
From the moment you 3 walk in
Cursing, fighting just wasn’t enough
You pull the guns on him
Even took another gun
And beat him down with it
It's hard for me to picture this
But this is how it went
At that point you didn’t care
You had the best of him
I guess you prove how bad you were
So you continue to torture him
When all was done and it was over
You headed for the door
Then he moan you heard him groan
So you turn around for more
And just that fast you shot him down
Completing your ambition
Even though you thought it was all his fault
You didn’t have to fire that ammunition
Nevertheless it is said and done
Nothing can bring him back
But if $20.00 would have save his life
I would have gave you that
So thank you so much for destroying our lives
Taking my son father, who now sit and cries
Yes it is hard for us to forgive
But we all will be praying for you
We hope one day you will understand
JAKE HAIRSTON blood is now on your HANDS
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