I am the gun, you are the bullet.
Putting a gun at your face
You ain`t feeling no disgrace
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It was the moment he grabbed a gun
Realizing he`s not the one, to become someone.
I guess he took an easy way.
Cursing to himself, he refused to stay.
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We the people.
We who work to deliver
We who follow a believer
We who are yet to be rewarded
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Quite a few things have gone through
Worth being taken into an a account
Sure as hell, I might consider doing some
Why would life give me any doubts?
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Those who stand up and those who in themselves believe
Are now sentenced to feed the birds, just to give us some relief
Them rotting on a cold ground, shall not affect our sleep
A thing that they call mind is cheap, just a bargain for the sheep
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If that is if you allow a broken man
To tell you of the world I have myself created for my being
Of the world where ain`t no dark nor is there light
Where the Black is even to the White
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