The little kid had nothing to do with it
Lying on the sidewalk, bleeding life onto the pavement
I want go back in time, see his face as he heard
The sound before the bullet hit
And split into tiny fragments like memories
Do you think his place in heaven is assured?
I don't think he will get in, no his life was too cheap
All this over forty pieces of paper owed to the street
Forty worthless nothings, well they don't mean ****
Blasted away by senseless hate while the real target sits
All strung out, forty feet away
Later on the ****** celebrates, it wasn't his day
He lay on the pavement, a modern day Jesus
Sacrificed for a modern day Judas
Forty pieces of paper for a life isn't ****
So many lives impacted as the bullet hits
I want to look into his eyes as the impact occurs
Does his soul pour out, does he see what he's worth?
Forty pieces of paper, a senseless crime
The shooter still loose, never to face time
The modern Judas thought that low sum was worth
while the modern Jesus is forever cursed