School Shootings and absentee parents (School Shooting)
By Joy Lynn Clark
October 7, 2014
School Shooting by Dazee Dizzle
I imagine my parents were the type of people to fight for their right to equal wages, co-parenting, a right to a quality education, and a host of other freedoms that most Americans enjoy today. My parents got the opportunity to get good jobs and make money. Couples did not have to stay in an unhappy marriage just because they have kids. My parents are divorced, and working their asses off.
I had before school, afterschool, babysitters, alternating weekends, alternating holidays, counselors, therapists, boyfriends, girlfriends, exes, step parents, step siblings, half siblings. Turns out, I have a huge family. I never see them, and I don’t know them that well.
I became a latch key kid as soon as I possibly could. Whether it was the afterschool program or the babysitters, I was always the last kid to go home because my parents were always running late.
I am not that lost cause poor kid. I am the middle class kid. I am pretty sure my parents lived check to check but, we had cable and private health insurance.
I started to get an allowance. Which seemed good at the time but, anything I ever wanted had to come out of the allowance. Which severly hindered my social life, it just wasn’t enough money.
Selfish you say. My parents were at work so much, they were supposed to have plenty of money. Seriously, I remember a time when people knew they were going to get a good check if they had a job that allowed alot of overtime. When I was kid dad was just gone to work, sick, or asleep. We had to be quiet in the house.
As the years go by, I begin to hear about school shooting after school shooting. My first thought was, did the parents not lock up their guns? How could these kids afford such weapory?
Obviously, no one was home.
Lyrics from School Shooting
Tierd of trying
To get what I want
So sick of your denying
And I know it’s a front
Ain’t no point in steady reaching
I ain’t learning from my teaching
You compel me
To get a better design
I wish someone would save me
But not this time
Tell me that I’m crazy
Just to mess with my mind
Devise all types of reasons
Just to leave me behind
Sick of this patience
Tierd of waiting
Try to be cool
And you know I’m not hating
Do your damn thing bro
But my gun might blow
Gotta break free from your hating
Thinking it’s easy
Well don’t get hit then
This time I’m not bs-ing
We tried it your way
Now lets try mine
You number crunchers
Never took the time
Need some friends
Before class ends
Feeling so lonely
It don’t make no sense
And they think your intense
Maybe deranged
Or maybe just strange
You feel the pain
Yet you hide your shame
Now its time to go
Back home again
Thinking that your 9
Is your only friend
Sick of crying
Gonna show all of them
Tierd of trying
To get what I want
So sick of your denying
And I know it’s a front
Ain’t no point in steady reaching
I ain’t learning from my teaching
You compel me
To get a better design
I wish someone would save me
But not this time
Tell me that I’m crazy
Just to mess with my mind
Devise all types of reasons
Just to leave me behind
Sick of this patience
Tierd of waiting
Try to be cool
And you know I’m not hating
Do your damn thing bro
But my gun might blow
Gotta break free from your hating
Thinking it’s easy
Well don’t get hit then
This time I’m not bs-ing
We tried it your way
Now lets try mine
You number crunchers
Never took the time
And I try to write a letter
With no one to read
Hoping it gets better
Cause I’m losing sleep
Suffocating in my own world
Struggle to breathe
And everybody
Says I have a chip on my sleeve
It might be my fate
But not my destiny
Got the will to pop a pill
Just to calm the shakes
Cause stakes is high
I think I’m ready to die
Before I live this lie
Tierd of trying
To get what I want
So sick of your denying
And I know it’s a front
Ain’t no point in steady reaching
I ain’t learning from my teaching
You compel me
To get a better design
I wish someone would save me
But not this time
Tell me that I’m crazy
Just to mess with my mind
Devise all types of reasons
Just to leave me behind
Sick of this patience
Tierd of waiting
Try to be cool
And you know I’m not hating
Do your damn thing bro
But my gun might blow
Gotta break free from your hating
Thinking it’s easy
Well don’t get hit then
This time I’m not bs-ing
We tried it your way
Now lets try mine
You number crunchers
Never took the time
I’m living in this purgatory
I see heaven and hell
But it’s not my story
On the outside looking in
Trying to be normal
Like whatever that is
Rappers like to brag
But it ain’t cool to truly be crazy
I’m laughing and smiling
People say “what’s wrong?”
And no one ever knows
When something’s going on
Tierd of trying
To get what I want
So sick of your denying
And I know it’s a front
Ain’t no point in steady reaching
I ain’t learning from my teaching
You compel me
To get a better design
I wish someone would save me
But not this time
Tell me that I’m crazy
Just to mess with my mind
Devise all types of reasons
Just to leave me behind
Sick of this patience
Tierd of waiting
Try to be cool
And you know I’m not hating
Do your damn thing bro
But my gun might blow
Gotta break free from your hating
Thinking it’s easy
Well don’t get hit then
This time I’m not bs-ing
We tried it your way
Now lets try mine
You number crunchers
Never took the time
So sick of asking I might start blasting
Cause my whole lifes
Misunderstood
And I gotta know you
But you don’t know me
And I’m taking out on the neighborhood
And everybody’s smiling in my face
Casing what they wanna take
But before I lose this whole damn race
Imma make you see your fatal mistake
