Good Boy Gone Wrong

He came from a good family The kind that hides its sins Raised with Christian understanding Born white the privileged colored skin He was his father's a dispensation For all the dreams he never lived His mother's subject of conversation When bragging to the relatives He had the finest education But all he learned was to break the rules A study in mental masturbation He found Providence in drugs and booze Became a hostage to his habit Learned to swallow the taste of shame A prophet without a vision An insect driven to the flame The neighbors couldn't believe it Watched it on the six o'clock news That night every porch light was well-lit And every door lock put to use He was on the loose Some say he was driven by madness Others say lyrics to some rock n' roll song Police called the murders heinous He killed his family right in front of God