9 on the Streets

People can't share their problems anymore
People so sad, they can't give accounting for
People working hard, they just need some time
Take your time and you'll learn to shine
Nowadays everyone can find a 9 on the streets
People feel endangered, the news is on repeat
Nowadays everyone can find a 9 on the streets
People feel endangered, the news is on repeat

There was a nine year old boy on the streets
Going to school was his only need
Seeing his friends, he felt he had wings
Life was almost awesome, except for some things

The kid got bullied, very very badly
There were nine teens on the street screaming "Bradley!"
Pushing him over, stealing his lunch
They were a lot bigger and older and such

He didn't like life and his parents were concerned
They tryna give him the life he deserved
They knew he got sad, but didn't know how
'Cause the kid didn't dare to talk 'bout it all

He ate and slept and cried in his room
Didn't want to go to school, didn't know what to do
He didn't dare to talk about the jerks
He was afraid that'll only make it worse

There was this one old dude in school, never having fun
The quiet kid, who didn't like a pun
The kid stept to him, asked for a gun
The guy gave it to him. Questions, he didn't have none

The kid planned the death of the bullies
They once again took his goodies and cookies
He had the gun in his pants and pulled it out
He now had the attention of the entire crowd

The teachers didn't dare to step forward
But a popular kid did it straightforward
Bradley had the gun still pointed at the bullies now
But the populair kid pushed it slowly down

He said "Don't do it, they aren't worth the lead
They are assholes but don't deserve death
Don't trow away everything your parents gave you
Talk about your feelings, nobody'll hate you"

People can't share their problems anymore
People so sad, they can't give accounting for
People working hard, they just need some time
Take your time and you'll learn to shine
Nowadays everyone can find a 9 on the streets
People feel endangered, the news is on repeat
Nowadays everyone can find a 9 on the streets
People feel endangered, the news is on repeat

He talked to the principal, the teachers and his parents
Suspended for some days but no longer an aberrance
The bullies were suspended too, and the one who caused the bother
At home she got hit and beaten by her father

She bullied the kid to project her own feelings
She saw that as payment, as some kind of dealings
When the kid pulled out the gun, she wanted to die
Hoped he'd shoot so she didn't anymore have to cry

Got placed out of her home, moved in with her uncle
Another one of the bullies had lived a while in the jungle
Alone with his parents, he watched his brother die
He was bitten by a snake one night

Everyone has his own story, don't be afraid to tell your own
The populair kid lost friends in a warzone
He was Ukrainian, fled to America
He promised to do good in the name of his friends

Every character in this story had bottled-up feelings
You gotta talk about it, emotions have meanings
You can be a better self if you deal with your spirit
Scared to talk about depression, I don't wanna hear it

Every human cries, they all deal with loss
It's not about the fall but about the standing up
Good and bad things will all be adding up
Fuck going and going, sometimes you gotta stop

Take a break when you need, we all need time
We all need time to heal an ill mind
We don't have infinity, you only live once
So do what you like and do what you want

Everyone has got to find his own way
I might have a different path, yeah okay
A different path isn't wrong, as long as you love it
The wrong path contains guns and substances

The wrong path contains guns and substances
That isn't methaphorical, that's the way it is
The kid didn't like his road, so he quit his

The kid started doing what he truly loved
Drawing and painting, his art was beloved
Doing what he loved, no more acedia
Became kinda famous, but stayed away from media

Imagine if the popular kid didn't step up
He would have killed the bullies, all of them yup
Twenty crying parents, 18 lost their kids
Nine kids death and one gone mad

This is the big nightmare of the man
Who was once the little kid with the gun
The quiet kid was arrested for illegally owning weapons
He got some 9's off the street, ain't no questions?

Take the drums out, I got something to say
I wish I got superpowers and I could save the day
But I can't, nobody can, so we go on and on
Hoping we won't get shot today or tomorrow

I am so glad guns aren't legal here
Because of that I have less fear
I hope America's policy will soon change
'Cause y'all got a lot of things to arrange

Time is money, death costs wat too much
Let other people live for love and such
Don't kill others if they make you feel bad
Everyone can change, they don't deserve death

Talk about your feelings, talk about your problems
You don't want to end up in some columns
I care about other people, I can be your crutch
Time is money, death costs way too much

People can't share their problems anymore
People so sad, they can't give accounting for
People working hard, they just need some time
Take your time and you'll learn to shine
Nowadays everyone can find a 9 on the streets
People feel endangered, the news is on repeat
Nowadays everyone can find a 9 on the streets
People feel endangered, the news is on repeat (on repeat)
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