Make it make sense, when it was more meaningful to live than to die. Or, unstable voices deciding on your life, innocent to gunfire, than on himself. Make it make sense, to where it's like a video game? But, what the fuck? Where's the glory in seeing dead flesh? And, to the fact, did any harm come to you? Make it make sense, to how the government's crying about reform and tightening gun laws, but somehow is accessible, innocent blood flowing, tears steady falling, innocents cut in their primes. If not, to gun violence. Some pull it on themselves. Ashame to see, but make it make sense, to where you'll go the extra mile, to protect your babies, cause it's shady as fuck, to where this generation wants more death, than life. Not saying it's gloomy, but it seems the way it's going, doesn't make sense, ignoring the problems of not everyone will have the education, or patience to want to learn, if your saying one thing, but do another. Make it make sense? Am I reformed? Or, have I changed. No flip flops in my presence.
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