Bullets on the ground

Father's kids mothers sons daughters Brothers sisters cousins people on the ground they can't make a sound well it's all over bullets all over the ground. Sirens blasting people panicking gangs with guns put them away men get rid of them do something with them we don't need all these death on the ground leave the game go back to school get some education don't be that fool I understand never been there would never go there why be there where  is there there is next if you kill somebody life for you in jail that Is no excuses for all those bullets leave him alone get away from there now all those people don't really want to be on the ground let them live enjoy their life you'll see them in heaven when time istime