Fracture

[trap.]

Name: Fracture
Reps: Untouchables


Title: "Looking out a Columbine window in Queens"


The nights are cold but I’m told that life moves on
Living in a place called Queens.. But treated like a Pawn
It’s wrong, the same song trying to give me promise
I would sell my soul to the Devil, but he’s not bidding on it
Let’s just say I stay in the opposite place the Lord goes
The best things in life are free, I can’t even afford those
Shows how poor I am, but to dumb to scam myself out of debt
And my grades are nothing but the sixth letter of the alphabet
Bet I get bullied all the time.. It’s a fact I can’t deny man
Cause books are never in my locker.. But you can bet that I am
Or you can find my head in the toilet, tasting shit for good laughs
They try n’ take my lunch money, funny all I know is food stamps
Man, I’m tired of these jocks who get props & think their all that
When I can’t even get bitches in the LD class to call back
Dad’s a drunk, & my slut mom is another prison bitch
Tried to write a suicide note, but too illiterate to finish it
Which is it, homicidal or suicidal.. Either way I feel smothered
I guess I could kill myself.. But I’d rather kill others
Attack the kids with mothers, which I pray to have
How will your Prom Queen look all raped n’ stabbed?
Naked slashed, turning into a psycho path confused to kill
Maybe I’ll pull the fire alarm, then shoot when they do the drill
The pain I feel, provokes me to shoot all who live happily
I have a list full of the Jocks, Cheerleaders, & the Student Faculty
Actually there’s more, like whores, the schools full of hoes
Since they can’t close their legs, they can close these bullet holes
So with that said, I got to head to school for some magic
Got to grab my bag, hat, and hide the gat in my jacket

*Walks into North Ridge High

Finally I will get the last laugh, you can be betting on that
Planned my attack.. Then slowly started heading to class
It’s math, trash I can’t pass.. And it’s all torture of course
I walked in.. And saw algebra problems all over the board
Teacher wanted me to do them all.. You must be crazy mam
Let me get my thinking cap, then cap the place your thinking at
It sounded good.. So I shot till her brain was all over
She was bleeding to death, so I grabbed her face and I told her
“I’m a put more in you, so look forward to your own hearse
This is for never believing my dog ate my homework
Or worse, for when you had everybody laugh at my math
Making me do calculus, when I can hardly add or subtract”
After that, I did the unthinkable.. You can bet it’s tragic
I pulled the fire alarm, & shot all those in letter jackets
Then aimed at the cheer squad, my bullets pierced the bitches
I stacked the sluts on each other, like a sick cheer position
I should go tell someone about this.. I need a preacher
Decided to write it down.. So I grabbed my English teacher
We went to a computer lab.. Where I felt safe to stay
I told him my life story.. & the events that took place today
Then posted it on a web site.. I’ll live forever in text kids
So urbanprowlers.net, read my story.. And never forget it

Fracture Signing off