Pop! Pop! Pop!

Gunshots erupt people running for safety and hiding in the tucks

Girls running home crying and thinking about dying

and wondering if it's light at the end of the tunnel

Ambulances and police sirens heard from far away

wondering whose daughter or son got shot today

She grabs a rope and ties it around her throat

wanting to take the pain away

They picked on her because she was African American and gay

Boys playing basketball ends up with a fight

It was dark, just 8 o'clock at night

She jumps off a chair ready to end her life

Her eyes closed and she starts to see the light.

Ahhh! Nooo!

Mothers see their children in caskets,

their bodies lie there stiff like plastic.