01-29-2006, 09:04 AM
Uh... Er... Well, there is no delicate way to say this. So I wont even make the effort.
School shootings have been around for quite some time. In the PJs... Projects, housing developments, inner city ghettos, you know, places that the news tends to ignore, school shootings have been a common thing since the late 70s and through the 80s. South Central LA for example. Watts. The Robert Taylor Homes of Chicago. Or the Jeffries in Detroit. Can't even keep count how many little kids were killed in those schools that served those districts. And nobody kept count either. Nobody gave a damn. Nobody cared. It was a killing ground. A place to dump, and eventually be rid of, undesireables.
But you see, it took some rich white kids dying in a school shooting before everybody got all pissed off and upset about it.
Bother.
School shootings have been around for quite some time. In the PJs... Projects, housing developments, inner city ghettos, you know, places that the news tends to ignore, school shootings have been a common thing since the late 70s and through the 80s. South Central LA for example. Watts. The Robert Taylor Homes of Chicago. Or the Jeffries in Detroit. Can't even keep count how many little kids were killed in those schools that served those districts. And nobody kept count either. Nobody gave a damn. Nobody cared. It was a killing ground. A place to dump, and eventually be rid of, undesireables.
But you see, it took some rich white kids dying in a school shooting before everybody got all pissed off and upset about it.
Bother.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."