Blood And Guns...
The poor are the targets,
And those with the law raw are the hunters,
Damn! Like they killing brothers,
Now little niggas are fatherless,
But the unsympathetic gene of mr police won't ever lose that press,
It's a curse we need his bless,
And the pain and confusion brought by the daily blood pools won't let us pray for our sins,
The poor little kids; black or white eat from the bins,
Mr president what are you saying?
Do you like the hate and craves of murder that controls our emotional power?
It's all disaster,
I see no progress,
Just some fierce dress
Bringing a curse through the "DEFENSE GAME OF CHESS",
Blood, pain, sharpness of the bullet rulling the fluctuation of little girls and boys
That watches the gun-battle between a nigga trying to rob a corrupt minister and the POLICE,
Shame, it all brings and give violence, discrimination and hate some genes to conquer our love and loyalty,
Families fight,
Forgetting that gun manufacturing securities are always right,
Regardless of the national codes which are believed to help us build peace,
If we don't pour truth into this political system
We won't have the future victims of adolescence
But pain, blood, crime, death in abundance,
I pray to God everyday
To end this guns, politicians and rulers,
Why a sin-guru would be left to rule it's kind,
We're all equal here,
Black or white."
©lethal
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