My friend called me up
and said that she had been attacked.
He came at her with a knife
And pushed up on her back
He forced her up against a wall,
Took her purse, ripped her blouse
And she screamed til she felt the edge
Of a knife against her mouth
And he said “Hey little girl, don’t worry now
You’re in good hands”
That’s when he licked his lips
And started unzipping his pants
You can see where this is going,
So I’ll spare you all the shit
But just know that when I see him
I’ma throw a fucking fit
!So I did what I never thought I’d do:
I went out,
And bought a gun—and tons of bullets,
Though I planned on running out
.“I’ma fill his body up with pain
The way he did to you.
Nothing you say can stop me,
This is what I have to do.”
She didn’t want me to go through with it
But I was in a trance
So I walked right out the door
To kill him with my own two hands.
And I walked out to find him
With the piece tucked in my jeans
And I found him in a driveway
Workin’ on his machine.
He saw me comin’, asked me
“Hey, what can I do for you?”
So I brought out the gun and said
“Here’s what I’m gonna do.
I’m gonna count to three, and in that time
You’re gonna say to me
How you could do just what you did
So fuckin’ easily.”
He knew why I was there
So he put his hands down
And stared at me, As his eyes crunched up
And lips turned to a frown.
It was then I saw the tears
coming down from his eyes,
But I could never cut him slack
No matter how hard he cried
.“It was fucking awful, man,
I can’t fuckin’ sleep at night.
I was drunk and angry at my ex
She was just in sight,
I was so far fucking gone
That I hardly remember shit
But I do know what I did
And I know I deserve this.”
Then an old man behind me
On the sidewalk stopped in shock.
“Young man, you do not want this.
Put it down, let’s just talk.”
But I was so far into it
That I couldn’t hear him speak
All I wanted was this fucker’s brain
Splattered against the street.
Then the old man put his hand
On top of my shoulder,
And said “Put it down, son.
This act is even colder.
What he did is awful, yes.
He was drunk in wrath
But are you any different?
Do we need a bloodbath?”
I was thinking miles in minutes
“I don’t give a fuck, Mister!”
I was not gonna listen,
Cause I know he hurt my sister!
I know he’s a terror
And he knows he’s got a twister
Coming his way, man,
Now let me bust this fucking blister!
Then the man looked at my gun
and yelled “GO ON AND DO IT!
I deserve this, and you’re the only one
To put me through it!”
And he cried and cried and sobbed and sobbed
and lost all of his shit
But I couldn’t pull the trigger
And go through with it.
I felt the old man smile at me.
“You know how strong the rage is.
But now that’s all over, yes?
It’s in history’s pages.”
I turned around to face him,
But there was no one to see.
So I turned back to the man and saw him
Staring back at me.“
You’re a lucky man, you know.
I was going to pull the trigger.
But I think it was an angel that
Told me I could be bigger.”
So I threw the gun into a drain
When I was walking back
And I realized the kind of pain
That went into that attack.
I found her back at my place,
asking, “Please, don’t say it’s true.”
I shook my head without a word
And hugged her so she knew.
and said that she had been attacked.
He came at her with a knife
And pushed up on her back
He forced her up against a wall,
Took her purse, ripped her blouse
And she screamed til she felt the edge
Of a knife against her mouth
And he said “Hey little girl, don’t worry now
You’re in good hands”
That’s when he licked his lips
And started unzipping his pants
You can see where this is going,
So I’ll spare you all the shit
But just know that when I see him
I’ma throw a fucking fit
!So I did what I never thought I’d do:
I went out,
And bought a gun—and tons of bullets,
Though I planned on running out
.“I’ma fill his body up with pain
The way he did to you.
Nothing you say can stop me,
This is what I have to do.”
She didn’t want me to go through with it
But I was in a trance
So I walked right out the door
To kill him with my own two hands.
And I walked out to find him
With the piece tucked in my jeans
And I found him in a driveway
Workin’ on his machine.
He saw me comin’, asked me
“Hey, what can I do for you?”
So I brought out the gun and said
“Here’s what I’m gonna do.
I’m gonna count to three, and in that time
You’re gonna say to me
How you could do just what you did
So fuckin’ easily.”
He knew why I was there
So he put his hands down
And stared at me, As his eyes crunched up
And lips turned to a frown.
It was then I saw the tears
coming down from his eyes,
But I could never cut him slack
No matter how hard he cried
.“It was fucking awful, man,
I can’t fuckin’ sleep at night.
I was drunk and angry at my ex
She was just in sight,
I was so far fucking gone
That I hardly remember shit
But I do know what I did
And I know I deserve this.”
Then an old man behind me
On the sidewalk stopped in shock.
“Young man, you do not want this.
Put it down, let’s just talk.”
But I was so far into it
That I couldn’t hear him speak
All I wanted was this fucker’s brain
Splattered against the street.
Then the old man put his hand
On top of my shoulder,
And said “Put it down, son.
This act is even colder.
What he did is awful, yes.
He was drunk in wrath
But are you any different?
Do we need a bloodbath?”
I was thinking miles in minutes
“I don’t give a fuck, Mister!”
I was not gonna listen,
Cause I know he hurt my sister!
I know he’s a terror
And he knows he’s got a twister
Coming his way, man,
Now let me bust this fucking blister!
Then the man looked at my gun
and yelled “GO ON AND DO IT!
I deserve this, and you’re the only one
To put me through it!”
And he cried and cried and sobbed and sobbed
and lost all of his shit
But I couldn’t pull the trigger
And go through with it.
I felt the old man smile at me.
“You know how strong the rage is.
But now that’s all over, yes?
It’s in history’s pages.”
I turned around to face him,
But there was no one to see.
So I turned back to the man and saw him
Staring back at me.“
You’re a lucky man, you know.
I was going to pull the trigger.
But I think it was an angel that
Told me I could be bigger.”
So I threw the gun into a drain
When I was walking back
And I realized the kind of pain
That went into that attack.
I found her back at my place,
asking, “Please, don’t say it’s true.”
I shook my head without a word
And hugged her so she knew.
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