K.A.A.N. - Columbine lyrics

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K.A.A.N. - Columbine lyrics

[Verse] Aaauh aaauh aaauh This the story of Ronald The loneliest kid you'll ever meet You'll probably never meet him cuz you've never seen him the streets Ronald stays in the house been pretty depressed since his dad pa**ed And left him in the darkness of his room with insecurities But would often consume a pith of poisonous fumes Proceeding with an epiphany to beat his mother senselessly Ronald stuck in the middle The struggle to pull him off of his mother receive pain and drop it off at the altar She finally realize that she was stuck in the cycle An optimist weighing options of taking her own life Or dealing with all the problems She wanted to raise Ronald realizing that domestic violence probably changed Ronald Its monday afternoon 3pm to be exact Was exiting the bus where he was bullied by his peers Entering the house and walking right into his fears Seeing blood drip from the top to the bottom stair With a glare he see's his mother and releases a shriek He saw her vain split in half with a blade by her feet Couldn't believe the scene in his eyes but forced to received Drops to his knees "God please let this all be a dream" But it wasn't and paramedics start arriving to the residence His father already riffing bout the cost of the funeral And now he's in the living room belligerent as usual Ronald's a punching bag for his dad who's leaving bruises The victim and victimize of relationship is abusive Ronald only 13 with a deprivation of dreams His father's an alcoholic who's more concerned with his liquor Than he is his own seed go get me a beer n***a His father was complicated he didn't believe in limits A man of little conviction who struggling with addiction And now become well condition from drinking with repetition On a downwards spiral he loads a clip of his rifle Saying a prayer like he's searching for forgiveness Its a futile attempt the lord refuses to forgive him For that lifetime ascending now you praying for appendance All that alcohol dependency was physically depended Then he says the hail mary kiss the crucifixion pendence Puts the barrel to his chin like this is the end friend Now Ronald's left all alone in a system of foster homes Full of pedophilic predators molested on the regular Teachers don't understand why he hardly ever speaks And his grades are getting worse as he academically plumments Developed a speech impedance of pain he's impervious Its from his foster mother who's sneaking under his covers Ronald doesn't understand cuz he has yet to reach puberty Confused by perverted love he receives on a regular He tries to fight the feeling but she always get the best of him This b**h has taken his soul and now there ain't nothing left of him Solitude in his room as he sits in the darkest corner He's medicated his pain with strains of marijuana Refuse to talk to a pastor he don't believe in religion He says "if God resides then my mother would still be living" Instead she left me in hell the agony of this prison No one understood that was his defensive mechanism Not knowing that he wanted to push this pain that he was given The direction of a person thats living without a purpose He made it up in his mind that these motherf**ers deserve it And in a world where his child was abused and left deserted He started to study k**ers such as John Wayne Gacy And those kids from Columbine he saw em as masterminds Perfected the blueprint and with the rifle Ronald's accurate The same barrel his father used is now his muse He loads the clip then co*ks it as he throws in the duffel Smelling (d**h tinge?) spirit and a whole lot of trouble He's bumping Maryland (mancin?) you could probably feel the trouble Ronald never talks to God conversations with the devil Like "please give me the strength to k** all of these motherf**ers " As he's walking into school with a f**ing mac 11 He's done with the disrespect so he's aiming it at ya neck Popping plenty of rounds and laying his peers down As the blood starts to puddle the children begin to huddle Running and dodging the bullets Ronald's finger on the trigger If he see's you then he pulls it his cla**mates are his target Gun is hotter than august from automatic magazines he's releasing this a ma**acre Genocide of his generation and generally speaking he's giving generous portions of bullets that come and they seek and they singe Cleansing him of his sins i guessing this is the end Cause Ronald saved the very last shot for himself So he places the barrel inside the center of his chest Close his eyes take a breath and the rest you can attest to Story of pain and agony written by yours truly This a treacherous allegory Hope you never confuse don't lose it