These shots were never taken by chance
They were of anger taken under sunshine
This smoke can oh so muddle your view of the truth
They use smoke of their own to hide their intentions
But the truth can be seen rolling by, glinting red
The weapon of black turns their eyes white
One shines with tears; the other dull and *****
The greedy man hides the youth of all seventeen
It could have been stopped
And the young could continue
This is preventable
But he continues to enable
His smiles are swamp green
His words are shiny gold
But he hides it all behind his suit of blue