If he had,an AR- 15,he would have a word with the people that were mean, And if he had an AK- 47,he could send a few of them,off to heaven, And if he could fly,a 747,he could take, more,than eleaven, But he was just a young kid,thinking out loud, Conveying his feelings,to a young crowd, Chorus Well this is how,these tragedy's ,come into being, A big kayoss,we can't believe we are seeing, Then before long,there's crying and grieving, And we don't understand,why no one was believing, Bridge Well,he wanted to get caught,before he messed up, And he did something,that was, really corrupt, He would be sorry,for the rest of his days, Sitting in that little cell,cause he didn't change his ways, Well,he was glad,when the law, came for him If they came any later,the chances would had been slim, His dirty deed,would have been done,causing a lot of hurt, And its a good job,a lot of folks,had been alert, Chorus+Bridge This is how a thought,becomes reality, And someones actions,become a tragedy, How can we monitor,everyone we see, In a world, that's so open,and everyone is free, I wonder if it would help,if we got down, on our knee, I guess that's been tried,to some degree, I guess a lot of it stems,from the actions of a bully, Its something,we can't,understand fully, Chorus