It's Goin' Haywire

Looking out my window, I see where Andrew died.
They killed him in broad daylight - ran away to hide.
He was coming from the funeral of a man who got shot.
Sounds like Baghdad or Sudan, but it's not!

It's goin' Haywire! It's goin' Haywire!
Instead of looking to the future, building their lives,
Our sons are out picking fights just to see who survives.

In the park up the street, Robby's working on his game.
Eleven years old, dreams of NBA fame.
Boys with guns come by, talking about "respect"
Robby takes a bullet in the neck!

It's goin' Haywire! It's goin' Haywire!
Instead of looking to the future, building their lives,
Our sons are running with gangs, where the violence thrives.
Hitting the streets with their guns and their knives.

It's time we taught our sons what it means to be a man.
That hard work and kindness will take them
farther than violence can.
But there doesn't seem to be a way
to get this message through.
So I sit and home,
And I lock my door,
Wondering what we can do.

Looking out my window, I see where Andrew died.
They killed him in broad daylight, ran away to hide.
He was coming from the funeral of a man who got shot.
Sounds like Baghdad or Sudan, but it's not!

It's goin' Haywire! It's goin' Haywire!
Instead of looking to the future, building their lives,
Our sons are out picking fights,
Running with gangs,
Hitting the streets.

It's goin' Haywire!

"It's Goin' Haywire" Copyright 2009 Paul James Frantz (ASCAP)