Nature is good 
But the whether is bad 
Its hot out 
But why are families sad?
And why are people mad?
Nobody is wet so its not rain 
But somehow its still pain 
And blacks are wearing bracelets connected by chains 
Its a consecutive days that it bends 
That you see bullets fly like wind 
Seem like this wind doesn't have aim 
Because the bullets don't have names 
So who are they intended for 
Once hit 
Happiness goes away 
Washes like a tsunami 
Fucked up cus the teen can't hug there mommy 
Maybe daddy if there lucky 
Children are already dead 
Seem like chucky 
Just want to make it through this wheather 
Should I write this letter to my love ones 
Hopefully they read it while its storming 
Its crazy how this death toll can be compared to global warming