If he would have been in church on the altar, or parking cars or even singing in the choir, there would be seventy five accounts against the word of the liar, but he was not there.
If he would have been on this job, his seven to three or three to eleven, he would have been alibied when the enemy lied, but he was not there.
If he was at home tucking in his children and shelving the book he read, he could not possibly be shooting someone dead, but he was not here either.
If he had been at the bowling alley, or at the show, or grocery shopping, or shoveling snow.
If he had been cleaning his car, or doing his hair, or running a marathon , I swear,
No one would have thought he would have a gun.
No one would have thought that he was shooting and hiding, drive-by riding, and throwing the gun in the weeds.
No one would have thought he was clutching the bullets in his chest and firing on the nation’s best.
No one would have thought, but he was not here
All I know, is that he had a gun, he was not here, he was in the night.
How can I proclaim your wrong was really a right.
I would, but you were not here.
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