Ay, there was a teen named Jay
Woke up one morning to a sun filled day
Had food on his plate
No way he could complain
Then he got in the car
But while on the ride he got in an argument, it went too far
He finally arrived, gets out, slams the door
Now he's stomping away
But he stops and he prays
Cause' he don't want nobody to mock him today
Then he goes inside, but he has no friends
And he goes to class, can't wait til' it ends
Everybody picking on him, but he doesn't wanna hear it
Keep on putting him down and destroying his spirit
He's already had a bad day and now they made it worse
So he goes home crying, gotta wipe away the tears
And his parents don't know just what he has to deal with
He been thinking for awhile and tomorrow gonna do it, yeah
Next day wakes up
Doesn't even eat breakfast
Nobody knows that he had a Smith & Wesson
Voices in his head that he talks to
They be the ones that encourage his off mood
So he rides to school
No problem at all
No words been said
This is not good at all
So he gets out
Goes to the back of the school
Enters in the gym
Puts a bullet in the back of the dome
Of the first teacher
Then he moves on forward
Soon five more, it's a real, true horror
Piling bodies right in front of the office door
Then he moves upstairs, pretty soon twenty people dead and he really don't care
Then he goes to his class room
Filled with an attitude
He kicks down the door
Pretty soon everybody dead
Put the gun to himself and a bullet through his head