At 6 Years old, my Christmas gift,
A plastic weapon, industrial replica.
There is tinsels everywhere in the house,
I thank Santa-Claus, because he has been good.
At 7 Years old, I needed another one,
Unfortunately, I found it, whose fault ?
I became expert in instinctive shoot,
Hear all these detonations was my only pleasure.
For me, the futur was at the end of my gun,
My father had weapons, and we shoot past the house,
On empty bottles, like on movies of John Ford,
And as I managed shots, I had my wardrobe.
Camo pants and rain boots,
Automatic guns, revolvers and Uzi's,
Shotgun, FAL, Glock,
On day, in the morning, I shot the fowl.
And on the school yard, I fight with a girl,
When I think of that today, it wasn't important.
For revenge myself, i prepare an operation,
Open the garage, select the ammunitions.
9 A.M., we wait in front on the school,
With my friend John, we wait, we drink alcohol.
Lying on the foliages, I wait for the bell,
With a knee on the ground, no it's not bullshits.
Driven by adrenaline,
I load the M-16
Ta-ta-ta-ta
I had my first victim.
John has the sniper, it's like a game,
Hold, I sell you a fire, you kill who you want.
We are in Arkansas,
My father always say «It's amazing !»
Arms rights,
He love action.
2 deads,
11 wounded,
CNN speaks about me,
Steve Carter,
8 Years old child... [Echo]