Lyrics:

The song is about the psyche of a kid who goes wild.
The intention behind this song:
It’s just really important that we start to take a deeper look at what our children are doing. – Chino XL
There will be speculations as to what caused this young man to snap
But, I hope that it causes us to reflect a little bit more broadly
On the degrees of which we do accept violence, all the time in our society
It's heart-breaking and it has to stop

Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump (pump)
He just a little kid, his ass won't dump but
You don't know what he been through – he got a plan
You don't know what he into – be scared of little man
Tired of getting pushed around, tired of his principal
First gun in his hand, he feeling invincible
You don't know what he been through – he got a plan
You don't know what he into – be scared of little man

He felt powerless, the Internet had all that he need
Wanna see his enemies die, his whole school bleed
So much anger lurking underneath, listening to Linkin Park
Gave all in the end and didn't matter they sing, smart
Little boy in class but watch 'Faces of Death'
He obsessed with murder and bloodshed and can't be trusted
Had a lil' sister, but she ain't here now
Supposedly he ain't seen her fall in the pool and drown
And porn wasn't good enough, watch women tied up
And violated, it was damn near snuff
A lot of hate, he had it rough since he was 8
He knew his cousin Chuckie wasn't 'posed to touch him that way
But he was, little and frail and, felt his body tear and
Nothing prepared him, nobody could hear him
Screaming, 'Please stop,' now he's got a heart
That's broken like his mama promise made to God to take care of him

Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump (pump)
He just a little kid, his ass won't dump but
You don't know what he been through – he got a plan
You don't know what he into – be scared of little man
Tired of getting pushed around, tired of his principal
First gun in his hand, he feeling invincible
You don't know what he been through – he got a plan

That kid with the thick glasses, yeah that's him
The football team beat his ass by the gym
And the principal knew about it but ain't say shit
It's kinda like the Jena Six genesis, let's begin
He knew his grandfather had weapons, the Vietnam vet
And stole more guns than T.I. could ever get caught with
That's when he made his own vow to God
His enemies'll be found burned like dogs in DMX backyard
When considering jail time he smiled
'How can I be tried as an adult? I plan to die as a child'
It only takes 5 minutes to empty 7 clips
105 rounds into 35 kids
It's sick how he's seen it all
It'll take the law 30 minutes just to cut the chains off the door
Newspaper clippings all in his room, he planning terror
Worse than Columbine and Virginia Tech mixed together

Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump (pump)
He just a little kid, his ass won't dump but
You don't know what he been through – he got a plan
You don't know what he into – be scared of little man
Tired of getting pushed around, tired of his principal
First gun in his hand, he feeling invincible
You don't know what he been through – he got a plan

It started off the same as any other day
Wishing he was somebody else wanting to run away
But, something had changed, he was no longer afraid
Like, 'Today will be the day that they remember my name'
He entered the school, paused at the locker room
Sniffed some coke he stole out his mom's pocketbook
These kids was all innocent, if he stopped and looked
The chances of him catching religion is not so good
Still he made a sign of the cross and started letting off
There was blood on the walls and blood on the floor
Kids panicking running through halls, he had chained the doors the night before
Watching lifeless students' and teachers' bodies fall
It happened too fast for a 911 call
Some girl that begged for mercy just caught two in her skull
He had a mind that was at war with itself
He hated his life so much that he looked forward to death
Looking at the crime scene, he's only 14
Standing on dead angels with broken wings
Can't feel a thing, barrel's still smoking
Put the gun to his head and let the trigger sing

Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump (pump)
He just a little kid, his ass won't dump but
You don't know what he been through – he got a plan
You don't know what he into – be scared of little man
Tired of getting pushed around, tired of his principal
First gun in his hand, he feeling invincible
You don't know what he been through – he got a plan

Be scared of little man