Product of Her Environment

She just a product of her environment, she try to silence it
But the violence is a massive part of her inspiring
It's tiring, she wanna let it go, wanna abolish it
She tired of eating Ramen everyday, like she a college kid
She just want some peace of mind, but she won't acknowledge it
Mama telling her to call her phone, but she ain't calling it
Everybody getting worried, everybody doubting it
She can't take it anymore
Mom and Dad ain't hearing it
She go and grab her daddy's gun, pick it up it's loaded
All the damage has been done, now she gotta go with it
Asleep in his room, then she pop the shots

(Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots)

He done got got

Mama wake up, looking at her husband now she screaming
Baby girl popping into Mama, now she bleeding
Little bro coming in the room, he can't believe it
Mama dead, daddy dead
Maybe little brother dead
She put the gun down then told lil bro "Johnny I did it."
"We ain't gotta live like this no more, we can re-live it."
Neighbors heard the shots
They come running by the house, quiet like a mouse
Baby girl and Johnny they sneak out
She still got blood on her hands, ponytail, and some pink Vans
Johnny still in his pajamas
He don't understand
Ask his sister where they going, she said just get in the van
Johnny confused, but he opens the door, and closes it with a slam

She don't know how to drive
So she start to cry
She just came to grips
Her whole family just freaking died
Except for Johnny
She turns and looks at him and says "I'm sorry."
She aim it at his head, she pull the trigger it's a horror story
Then she aim it at herself and pull the trigger, but I guess she lucky
No more bullets in the magazine, she look at it confused
12 pull up to the house, guns drawn, what to do
But she ain't even gotta react, before they shoot her too