Sometimes you just have to lose yourself

Look
If you had
One Shot
Or one opportunity
To seize a small boy in your enclosure
In one moment
Would you capture him?
Or just let him slip?

Yo
His palms are sweaty, life's bleak, child is heavy,
There's a sniper aimed at him already, mom's upsetti
Park service, they're nervous but look calm and ready
To embalm, but they keep on regretting
What they shot down, the internet grows so loud
They open their mouth, but the memes
Won't stop now
Provoking, how everybody's revolting now
Dicks are out, Harambe's down, over, blaow!