The Dead Man's Gun
He found it in the alley
Where someone stashed it and run
The steel felt cold in his hands
As he held his brand new gun
Only fourteen with a chip on his shoulder
He stuffs it in his pants
Feeling ten feet tall and bullet proof
Now no one stands a chance
He decides to rob a supermarket
To show his friends he has no fear
He walks in the store and yells get on the floor
But the cops were already near
He ran from the market as a shot rang out
Hitting him in the back
He tossed the gun in a garbage can
Right before his sight went black
A twelve year old saw it all
So he waited til the cops were done
One more victim waiting to die
As he reaches for the dead man's gun
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