The Knife Stick!!!!!

Sam was a punk
A high school flunk
From the streets
That was always treated like muck

One day everyone had enough
Of this low life scum
They wish he would die
The most painful death

They threw rocks at him
And kick him to the ground
Pocked him with sticks
Till he was in a hole

In the ground
They tortured him
Teased him
They always succeed

They never even cared
They were monsters
Inside his mind
Putting scares that they never even thought

Underneath his skin
His feelings were burning
A rage
Would soon becoming

Everyone treats him
Like bull
To make them feel good
To make him fall

He is so cold
He is so weak
They keep tapering with him
Making his spirit fall down

That one day snaps
When he had enough
He tried to stay tough
He tried so hard not to hurt

All the cuts
And busies they put on him
He finds a stick
Makes it sharp

His eyes goes pail
His brain fails
He grabs the stick
Searches for the fix

He licks the air
Goes into the fair
He hears the little boy say
“Who goes there?”

Nothing makes a sound
Sam found him
The boy who called him names
That made him feel so lame

He took the famous stick
And searched his way around
Down in the mound
There he stood

Sam charged after him
And said, “Tim come here!”

The boy stared to run
Sam started to have fun

The boy tripped
And started to flip out
He pleaded Sam
“No have mercy”

Sam didn’t fear_didn\'t took the stick
And gabbed it in
The tons of blood

Started to poor
The boy fell to the floor
Sam went on a killing spear that night
With no fright

Then took his own life
The police office found
The knife stick
And took it in

With a bag
In the bag
Lied a bible
Said “to Sam

From your mother
Take this bible
In your hand
Hold on strong

To the end
Walk the path
That people do not see
Stay homeless

And never use your fist
Now people might pick on you and laugh
But you see
What others cant”

Only if Sam
Kept holding on
He would still be here with us today
Teaching us stuff that we could not see

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