Life as we know it

Guns on the streets
Blood in the road
Hate in the heart
Kids being killed
Son
Brother
Father
Lover
Man with a gun
Man on the run
Why’d you have to shoot him?
Why spit on him?
Why throw him in a trash can
As if he wasn’t someone people loved
Someone I loved…
Why kill him at all
He was innocent
He just wanted out
But you couldn’t give him that
Your weak like an ant on the ground just walking around trying to find food I hope someone steps on you