Kill

kill for a thrill

kill for a chill

doesn't that make you ill?

to think that a kid would even think 

that to be like that he's gotta have a shank

something you'd expect in a prison

not a seventh grader

well, why don't i catch you later?

something the matter?

why do you think i run as your teeth chatter?

doesn't it give chills

to think that your own self is ready to kill

and you claim that your in it for a thrill

spice and dice and slice

but i can see that everything ain't all rosy and nice

perhaps we can be just as nice

blame the parents

better to just eat your carrots

eye-sight will make you a better killer anyways

i've seen what you think it is to be mean

and i've seen the ways you walk and what you mean

and how you think you're all over this scene

maybe just take a step

and see the vast void over which you've leapt

from childhood to the world of men

but i bet that's really what you wanted in the end

when all you've ever learnt is how to make a good friend

but will they really be there for you in the end?

those with their flashing clothes

and the way that they talk and the way they all know

now maybe i'm sad that the shape that you're in

might have to do with the shade of your skin

but somehow i don't think it has everything to do with why you're in

honesty and modesty

are not counted as goals

where the ice in your heart is as black as coals

but maybe more along the lines of prosperity

but how you got there needs some clarity

when all the world you've seen is just a fallacy