Comin straight from the inside of his brain
Is a reminder that all he know is pain
He experiences sadness, depression
Living with no expression and no life lesson
Everyday, he's facing a new challenge
Finding his way back to the crowd
The closer he gets, the voice in his head becomes loud
It screams constantly, irritating and frustrating
Consistent mind control further elaborating
The type of pain he so call possesses
From the peak of his dome to the sole of his feet
Yet he's still able to stand tall and speak
But he says nothing for he's too shy
and nervous because of the people and their staring eyes

He doesn't understand why they can't accept him for who he is
A loner with the heart of 1000 kids
The more he gets ignored and looked at with negativity
More anger starts lashing out at the few who show positivity
and he becomes an enemy to all, because they don't understand his imagery
Yet they still want to see him fall
Fall far from God's grace
and into a deserted and unholy place

He refuses to let that plan succeed
Even if it forces his own body to bleed
He will not succumb to their hate and their greed
He will undo all evil and injustice indeed
Igniting the fire because he's the kerosene
Which means society is the match
Life is the rope
Viewed through the body, the internal telescope
So with that said, Lord forgive AR-15, and his heart that's slain
Because he believes that all he knows is pain