Title- Think of the Outkasts
 

title: think of the outkasts


the sadness felt when the school was touched by the bullets/
the emptyness it felt when the kids were passed by/
lookin at the 9 kids in streachers layed down to die/
for everyone didnt see it commin they turned their eye/
they let the outkasts sit plotting the demise/
for the shot up school was going to be their revengeable prize/
they didnt fit in so they plotted a sceme/
to shoot kids they didnt like who spit on their dreams/
the ones on the football and cheerleading teams/
they were like addicts of a drug but, a gun fein/
no one ever took enough of their time/
so the outkasts decided to shoot up columbine/
now we all sit here in fear/
thinkin next could be us shedding a tear/
leaving all hope up to us/
for we dont want to be on the heaven bus/
give time to those who dont fit/
maybe their looks and thoughts are really lagit/
and never single out those who are alone/
for all you know they are plotting a deadly sceme at home/
so when you think about given that kid the boot/
maybe think of the time/
that those kids were pushed out and shot up columbine/