Sound of the Weapon

Reporting live from the service, too many funerals
Thousand moms and dads, five hundred murders
Five hundred murderers, burglars
promise
Turn a boy cold in the night, seeking silence
In the sun times, reports to going violence
More pigs in the trough means nothing when the follow
Rhyme follow daily, crime climb daily
Twenty-six and cal corpmans pack full of babies
The judges kick the baby mommas out, shut the crying up
Wonder if the baby know the verdict
Baby got inserted in this world full of hatred
And it’s fate is depending on how great a student’s aim is
The love’s going love songs
Walk the streets waitin' to be next, my bud strong
Listenin' to sirens, common is a
Charcoal grey skies of just another earthworm
Living on the earth, turning with it, equipped with no equipment
Living in a gifted of missed misfits
And listen, you can hear the sound of the weapon
Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
Listen, you can hear the sound of the weapon
Mom weeping, against the kitchen window
Big toed about the grim reaper creepin'
Can you keep a secret?
Do you sleep with the meat clever in your sleeping bag just in case the sneaky
back?
Well I have, life’s not a lilac
Life’s more like a steak, froze’d as a ice pack
Life’s more like weight, lifin' to move stress
Like the massage, without being touched by flesh
By George, think you got it, fragile as the days are
way to work, man, murdered on a train car
Fatherless to kids, now the kids wanna play guard
Later, vicious cycle, roll the dice, psycho killers at large
Sittin' in my car, feelin' these bars
Tears flowin' down my damn face, need of a
Help to wonder if my time will come soon
If I’ll die young too
Reflection off the high hung moon
Living on the earth, turning with it, equipped with no equipment
Living in a gifted of missed misfits
And listen, you can hear the sound of the weapon
Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
Rounds, sending a soul into heaven
Listen, you can hear the sound of the weapon