Your face 2 face
with a gun
no point in runnin
no need 2 race
But truth is the gun isn't scary
Its wats inside
that little golden bullet
that one life ride
its the bullet that murders
the bullet that kills
its the flash before ur eyes
its so un real
that bullet in the gun
is like a dog in a cage
u better not let 'em out
or expect a rampage
But what u don't know
about that bullet in the gun
in ur eyes its killing
in its eyes its fun
open ur eyes to the bullet in the gun
2 reveal that the bullet has a face
blank indeed
but shadowful like an empty space
Kill or be held
in the shotgun shell
or become explosive
with a story 2 tell
at the pluck of the trigger
the release of the flame
now u know.....this bullet has a name........
Msg: Guns are and will always be for people with no Heart no Strength and no good Will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem