The Weekend

Friday night, corner liquor store
A boy waves a gun, yells out "open up the drawer"
The owner replies, with a loaded .44
Splatters him red, all over the black and white tile floor

Saturday night, she gives birth in a bathroom stall
Dumps her baby in the trash, and strolls back to the mall
Jury finds her guilty, she breaks down in tears
She faces twenty to life, maybe serve two years

Sunday night, he hires a limousine
Stabs his wife and her lover
Then flees the bloody scene
For a year the world would watch, the courtroom on TV
Should've stopped the world right then
Before they sentenced him free

Remember growing up, things weren't this bad
Not much money, you made due with what you had
You had no reason to worry, walking down your street
Never locked your doors at night
There wasn't any need