Your son, not the one striving and surviving life.
That son, too lazy to work but quick to rob.
Yes, that on.

Cry not, when he is feet deep at the hand on a gun.
All by trying to rob the wrong one.
Cry not, to the news that they didn't have to **** him.
Have no family members upon the news, with good memories.

You know, by now that is just a sympathy theme.

Your son, loyalty to his gang of choice.
Controlled and ordered to do the will of others.
Now, that he decease, now you speak of ways he was loved.

But, you failed to realize one thing in your conversation.
He was a **** of society, not trying to follow the rules of law and society.

We all make mistakes.
Yes, we are all far from perfect.
And your son just met the consequences of his action.