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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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