That girl was shot.
That man was shot.
That kid was shot down.
Gunshots.
All they do is pop.
Make a loud bang and your body drop.
Glock's.
Make your head cock.
Tick tock.
The clock is ticking.

His mom is crying because she just lost her child.
Her dad screams justice because they not saying her name aloud.
Blood pouring out.
Lifeless.
Laying cold eyes wide open.
I don't want to be that girl laying pretty in a dress can't even take a breath.
I don't want to be that girl laying in a casket as everyone walks past it.

Bang, bang, bang.
There they go again.
Now I'm wondering if...