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Broken Homes Underage Guns


Hey NRA I got something to say

32 Kills is Roses in the Garden,

26 Kills is Obama when he’s cryin.

School Shooters  should be shameless men.

Is it NRA or is it play?

U.S. has the big death by firearm in world,

NRA need to help change before its the end of world.

This need to come to an end, just call the bureau,

I’m tired of seeing of parents at their own kids funeral.

When that happen the world just stop breathing

Shooting up School

Come on that just not cool

Hey NRA Hey NRA

Open your eyes it not time to play

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