Good Boy Gone Wrong
Good Boy Gone Wrong
He came from a good family
The kind that hides its sins
Raised with Christian understanding
Born white the privileged colored skin
He was his father's a dispensation
For all the dreams he never lived
His mother's subject of conversation
When bragging to the relatives
He had the finest education
But all he learned was to break the rules
A study in mental masturbation
He found Providence in drugs and booze
Became a hostage to his habit
Learned to swallow the taste of shame
A prophet without a vision
An insect driven to the flame
The neighbors couldn't believe it
Watched it on the six o'clock news
That night every porch light was well-lit
And every door lock put to use
He was on the loose
Some say he was driven by madness
Others say lyrics to some rock n' roll song
Police called the murders heinous
He killed his family right in front of God
