Dog's Life
It’s all right to shot people
Go get a rifle
Shoot as many rounds as you want
Make holes in a common face
Cause it’s all right
Ignore the cries
When you don’t get that fatal shot
And ignore the redness mixed with the blackness
From your bullets
Cause it’s all right
Don’t flinch when the police pass you by
Cause the judge said, “It’s all right”
Don’t be surprise
If they feel some kind of Justice
You know “just us”
But it’s really just them
The judge only made that call
So if the police ever wanted to have fun
They can pull out their guns
And shoot as many rounds as they want
And guess what
It’s all right
And really it’s okay
As long as the dogs don’t get shot
BANG
DANG
The dog just got the fatal shot
Now there are 10 bodies and 1 dog
Lying lifeless on the ground
No one cared about the 10 bodies
But as soon as the dog yelp
The crowd came running
They yelled, screamed
And accused
It was his fault
He is the one holding the gun
But he was holding it for protection on his run
Cause he didn’t know
When just them would come out
And make Swiss cheese out of him
But still the people pointed fingers
He looked at the 10 bodies
And said
“I didn’t shot them”
See he didn’t even see the dog
But I guess it was his fault for stopping
Cause he was trying to figure out
Why the police were there
But no one was picking up bodies
“How dare you kill that dog?” they screamed
And he looked at them confusingly
And said “I just got here”
They believed he was
A little Michel Vick
But he liked the skins
And they whispered
“He must have not learned from Vick’s mistakes”
“This dog’s life was precious”
“How dare you take it away?”
“Police arrest this awful thing”
They had turn him to nothing
In a matter of seconds
For holding a weapon in dangerous times
For being a witness to no crimes
For being a victim of people believing that animals lives
Are more important than humans
So they booked him
He would receive life
Cause the jury believed an eye for an eye
And the only reason he may get parole
Because his rifle still had its six bullets
I can’t believe no one’s saying he didn’t do it
While he is going to jail for nothing
That murderer is still hunting
And there’s another 10 bodies laying lifeless on the corner
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