Our Boys Aren’t Alright

(Inspired by http://www.foxnews.com/opinion/2018/02/18/desperate-cry-americas-boys.html)

Home of the fatherless

Roads paved by the wanderers

This country is lost, losing all sense of sense

Splurging dollars but scraping cents

Because the boys have no essence

No authority at home, we walk the lonely

No leadership to follow, we become the lonely

Looking up to boosters, pimps, any homie

Stressed out, doped up, we make you lonely

Bullet in the thigh, bullet to the brain

They all bleed one way

Bullet in your heart, bullet in a hundred hearts

Anything to rip your reality apart

Because ours is in video game violence

And pornographic nonsense

Get killed? Press restart

Getting jacked off? Press restart

Watching dicks ripping open white asses

Fuck one, two, three, four, any moving thing

That wants to get smashed

Losing what makes us men, sitting on our asses

Gaming away, jerking away, every bit of life

Flushed away

Down these roads I see sons go

Kicked out at 18, the world seems so large

Left without a guide, mind becomes its own

Right away the thoughts start to grow

Before you know, you’ve created a monster

For you, four of you, get down on your knees

It’s time to blow

Some weed, some dicks

To the lost it’s all one trick

To the lonely, it only takes a click

And a trigger

Next thing you know, you’re bigger

Than your present, future, and past

You’re mowing down kids just like Trevor

Under a bridge, or speeding on the overpass

GTA helps you find your way

I’ve got this bitch motherfucker

Goodnight fucker, say your prayers

God don’t exist, but this AR-15 does

Bullets raining down, a dozen doves

Falling from the sky in the form of souls

Taken without remorse or regret

The boys of this country are paying forward

Debt incurred by fraudulent bankers, fathers

Who don’t know how to treat an investment

Good men, brave men, rise and grow

Until the world hears the wonders they know

But the troubled rot and riot

Stay up late, believing the lies

They have to buy it

Because there’s no one else

To hear their misery

So it’s left to us

To clean the blood they’ve spilt