Thrills, Pills, Hate

Johnny sits on the stairs With a gun in hand His thoughts are that no one cares He's just a grain of sand Lost his meds a week ago Then he devised a plan His thoughts are that the blood should flow And he should take a stand Pops a clip in his trusty AR And kicks in the door Pulls the trigger doesn't matter who they are Bodies will bleed on the floor Was it the thrills Was it the pills Or was it the hate That caused the kills That caused the chills And caused the fate So many lives will be gone tomorrow So much pain loss and sorrow Was it the thrills Was it the pills Or was it the hate Jamal sits on the stairs With a gun in hand His thoughts are that no one cares He's just a broken man Mom OD'd a week ago Then he devised a plan His thoughts are that dealer should know How her addiction began Pops the clip in his dirty Glock And hangs out the door Pulls the trigger and spays the whole block The dealer's life is no more Was it the deals Was it the pills Or was it the hate That caused the kills That caused the chills And caused the fate So many lives will be gone tomorrow So much pain loss and sorrow Was it the deals Was it the pills Or was it the hate