Song Catalog

Bullycide




Genre: Hip-Hop
Voice: Male
Emotions: Angry, Emotional, Serious, Old School, Melodic
Instruments: Synths, Drums, Violin, Bass, Electric Guitar

The Song's Story

This hip hop song was written by a father whose son was being bullied at school.  Together they worked on this poem, and they eventually turned it into a song by sending it to us.   It’s about unjust actions in general and how the act of bullying is pervasive throughout our society, which can have a significant impact on one’s life.  If you're a kid, don't be a bully.  It's not cool.  Be nice please.


Testimonial

“David, I absolutely love the song! 

I get nothing but praise from it! ...

Please thank the rapper and composer for me. He did an outstanding job! I will be sending you more songs very soon! Thanks again! “

-- Tom F.
Wheaton, IL.



Lyrics

Some call it suicide
I call it murder
if you didn't take their dignity
they wouldn't go any further.

Some call it suicide
I call it murder
if you didn't take their dignity
they wouldn't go any further.

They ain't rope burns around they necks
is your hand prints from you choking out what breath they had left,
that ain't self inflicted bullet wounds, it's a murdered
soul shot from invisible guns that bullies hold

see Bullycide is just a sugar coated name to hide the murderers cuz the deceased carries all the blame

Them politicians making their decisions, they got us blaming God while their scalpel make the incisions, into the victims layin unconscious on the table, they have no say in the matter cuz he was unwilling or unable

We are nothing more than cynical, the rights belong to criminals, the power its held by individuals, we is the residual waitin in line for our taxes they takin' every dime, we left without a life line, cardiac arrest and flat-lined he lost his mind

What are we waiting for, what do we let this happen why do we sit & pretend like nothing happenin', why do bullies do all the slapping, making fun of, spit on, laughing and doing all the clapping!

Some call it suicide
I call it murder
if you didn't take their dignity
they wouldn't go any further.
Some call it suicide
I call it murder
if you didn't take their dignity
They wouldn't go any further.

At the end of the day, a game of golf the bankers play. The wager is our houses, their caddies is our spouses, the interest of our loans are paid ten-fold, but they claim to be broke as the government keep em afloat we are watch from sinking boats with a slit across our throats from the same pens that signed our own notes.

What's wrong with us why are we not snappin', put our fists up and defend what's happenin', so the next time there won't be no laughing, and the next time they clap their wrists they'll be in shackles.

Some call it suicide
I call it murder
if you didn't take their dignity
they wouldn't go any further.
Some call it suicide
I call it murder
if you didn't take their dignity
they wouldn't go any further.

Bullied by a husband, or bullied by a wife, an abusive parent, or boyfriend with a knife...see bullies been around since the beginning of time not just in the playground but all walks of life.

He took his own life, she took her own life, we send them flowers put em down, forget about em right?

Some call it suicide
I call it murder
if you didn't take their dignity
they wouldn't go any further
Some call it suicide
I call it murder
if you didn't take their dignity
they wouldn't go any further
Some call it suicide
I call it murder
if you didn't take their dignity they wouldn't go any further
Some call it suicide
I call it murder
if you didn't take their dignity
they wouldn't go any further