Recovering Bullets
Now Im sitting around,
my god, cant sleep
Bear in a body bag
stored closed, life lost
Mom is sad
Taken by Lucifier's soldier bullets of hate and rage
For no reason at all
But all it's gained with tremendous pain
on the ground the blood was spilled
soaked but no broken heart could be filled
terrible year
too many souls
everyone's in fear
Am i going to be next?
what about my baby brothers?
All of my sisters and their kids
Somebody's wife, mothers and daughters
Hurt in their eyes
terror in disguise of a home
that was suppose to have your back
But put a glock in the center, midrange
the Devil's secret weapon
What do you want from us?
You're playing with the right ones
except the young and wrong turn to a target at most
Is this how the world's suppose to be?
To make us stronger?
is this God's plan?
Because if it is,
I dont think we have much longer