Grief. sorrow. sadness. and pain
Living life with such disdain

You never looked even for my breath
Then you say you can't believe my death

Alright. It Doesn't matter anyway
Not like, I was ever getting away

Me. Yeah, The one in the back, I'm laying flat
Put a bullet through my head, sound of a gat

Why am I detained in a life I didn't chose, whose
idea was it, force me to live, I'm singing the blues,

Here's news, get off my back and let me swing, without,
a wing or anything stopping me from dying

Now you sing, the words that come from sorrow
As everyone like me sit on death's row

Get up and act, take it into your own hands
GO! Stand, take a hand even if it's not planned

Let my story be a lesson, pressin', into your mind
And make it a thing, do not allow anyone be blind

We can stop it, together, forever
Do not ever think otherwise, Never!