He was a lonely kid in the back of the class sucking down cigs and sittin' on his ass, always keeping to himself with a chip on his shoulder couldnt keep his rage down till he got any older. It was this morning, a fight broke out everyone heard some young girl shout, "Oh my God!! He's got a knife!" get her out! "are you alright?!" Took a stab to the stomach and one to the chest. Took a swing at his friend, his brother and the rest. Punched in the face, kicked in the knee "Get this motherfucker off of me!" It was over in a flash, handcuffed and gone, picked up their books and they moved on. They got right back to their normal routine hardly a scar after such a tragic scene. "Just another fight, why would we care anyway?" In there it seemed to happen every damn day. The cops went back and sat at their station they couldnt stop these fights across our nation. And the boys went to war in some foreign land so they could die by a different nations hand. And the man in the suit resumed the job he hated sure he had dreams before, but they had all faded. And his wife left the meal she was making for them for her son was with the cops, she had to get to him. And the nutcase on the corner rested on a fence as others walked by thought he made no sense. He sweats all day preaching to deafened ears, "Listen my friends... the end is near!"
