He was just a boy, growing young,
He was just a mother’s son
Wanting too soon to be a man
Where the end began
When they gave a boy a gun.
A child who plays games no more
He’s looking for different fun
Like tossing shoes
And paying dues
Because they gave the boy a gun.
Some days a child becomes a killer
Today is his day to become
His mother’s pleas
Are love’s debris
From the day they gave the boy a gun.
Some days the killer becomes the victim
When all the killing is done
Shoes are thrown
Please, don’t give that boy a gun.
Source: Coming of Age