Dragon
B.R.A.U.N Lyrics

Ryan pump blast shattered glass in the classroom
Ryan fired a gun that shattered the glass in the classroom

Penny tried to hide in a bathroom
Penny tried to hide in a bathroom

Homicide scream from the hand held dragon
The gun, also referred to as a 'dragon', made a noise like a scream

Mental flame from the barrel claim 25 angel, mercy
The bullets from the gun killed 25 people

Long as the black board, splatter with his inside
The bullets splattered the insides of many people on the blackboard

Never had a chance to ride his new skateboard
One person who was killed never had the chance to use their new skateboard

Billy didn't shake lord, he fell silent
Billy did not have any last shakes or movements, he simply became silent

Died in the pantomime of cold violence
Billy died as a result of a brutal and emotionless act of violence

His killer didn't even blink, he couldn't think
The killer was so desensitized to violence that he did not even blink or think during the shooting

Even when he heard the sirens kept firing
The killer continued to fire even after hearing the sirens

Pupils dilated, possessed and perspiring
The killer had dilated pupils and was sweating excessively, possibly due to being under the influence of a substance

He grew up admiring, 30 auts and calicos
The killer grew up admiring guns such as the .30 caliber automatic and the Calico

are-15 and long barreled 44's so on the story goes
The killer was also attracted to guns such as the AR-15 and the long-barreled .44 Magnum

He went out in a blaze of glory
The killer died in a final act of violence

He went out in a front page story
The killer's violent act was so shocking that it made the front page of the news

Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see your cell phone tape, hear yourself But to the mother fuckas who took Frank Williams AKA Fast Black, FUCK YOU! (Gunshot)
The artist apologizes to Frank for not being able to show him a recording, and then expresses anger towards those who killed Frank.

Dear God, I've messed up again, I'm sassed up again Vodka spilling out my mouth onto my chin
The artist is acknowledging their substance abuse problem and the negative effects it has on them

I've slipped into the darkness of the heartless
The singer has become cold and uncaring

Those barbarians carry savage weapons and they start shit
The singer associates with people who are violent and carry dangerous weapons

These monsters are men, who I hang with
The artist acknowledges that the people they associate with are dangerous and violent

These monsters of then are who I bang with
The artist associates with dangerous and violent people

We train to kill and not to feel, reacting with a mac
The artist and their associates are trained to kill and do not have any emotional attachment to their actions

But no matter who I kill I can't bring my nigga back
The singer is consumed by grief over the loss of their friend

My niggaz dead and I can't get my fucking head around it
The artist is deeply affected by the death of their friend and cannot come to terms with it

We was just smoking blunts of the best chronic And now I'm wearing a t-shirt with his picture on it
The singer and their friend were just smoking weed together before the friend was killed, and the singer is now wearing a shirt with the friend's picture on it as a memorial

Staggering about to vomit, consumed with vengeance With my vengeance I'm all consumed, by mid afternoon smoking blunts in my room
The singer is consumed by a desire for revenge and is feeling physically ill, but is trying to cope by smoking weed

To whom ever this letter may concern When bullets strike they burn more than the flesh of the ones hit You took my nigga my heart split, its broken, shattered in a million pieces
The singer is writing a letter to those who killed their friend, expressing the pain and grief they feel over the loss

Help me Jesus, help me Jesus, just help me Jesus, thug niggaz killers They victims was screaming help me Jesus
The artist is desperately seeking help from God to cope with the trauma and pain of losing their friend

My soul can't rest today I can't bring myself to pray I get down on my knees Cause you will always be six feet under me
The artist is consumed with grief and cannot find peace, feeling as though their friend will always be beneath them in death