B.P - Victim's Story lyrics

[Intro] -I was all alone, thats how the "easy target" came along -You had no one to... to back you up? -Nope, nobody... [Verse 1] Meet Joe, quiet type just an average dude 15 an outcast to the kids at his school They took his silence as him Having an attitude So the bullies there would whoop his a** every afternoon Last Tuesday, he was just waiting on the lunch line Patiently, minding his own business when some guy Came from behind to put him in a sleeper hold While his boy punched him in the face and couldn't be controlled They threw him to the ground kicked him while he's down A crowd formed around him laughing, calling him a clown Now, he just laid there with teachers broke it up Teary eyed, nose bleeding, eyes swollen shut His parents picked him up, his Mother caused a scene And Joe went from picked on to being quarantined His father seemed ashamed, he could tell by how his face looked Kids started rumors and hara**in' him on facebook Pain changed in his brain waves and became rage 8 days later payback was all he maintained He had enough, finally he snapped So he went to the drawer where His father kept his gat Put it in his knapsack and took it into cla** with 'em Looked at everybody lookin' at him and started blastin' 'em 12 dead laying there as Joe fled To the lunch room and put a bullet in his own head. (BANG) [Interlude] -from the inner lasting affects of childhood bullying -I literally didn't know why they were being so mean to me... and they would just say well you're fat... [Verse 2] Meet Jane, slightly overweight and insecure 16, good grades, cla**mates are immature Concerned with fashion, boys and who was rich or poor They pointed at her and laughed when she walked in the door Last Monday she was just getting dressed for gym cla** Cruel girls called her fat said she needed Slim-Fast She tried to ignore these hoes talking bout' her weight But couldn't help the tears from running down her face Feeling outta place she ran out the locker room, to avoid ridicule Cuttin' cla** was opportune It's a vicious cycle, went from A's and B's making mom proud To self medicating, hangin' with the wrong crowd Another helpless teen lackin' self-esteem Beaten down by mean girls like it's on the silver screen She became a fiend, for oxy's and percocet Ran away from home, her mom's a nervous wreck She started losing weight eyes sunk into her face Pill's got too expensive he began shootin' H, made a few mistakes Now she's way beyond the wrong route An all out thief, stole j**elery from her mom's house Walked out focused, headed to the pawn shop Got paid, went to cop and this is where it all stops People she had gone to cut a kilo of it wrong Found her dead on the couch with a needle in her arm