Empress

THE GUN.Black and shinny, silver stainless steel And you ready to do the devils will Walking along the road so tall, so strong How will you survive? And for how long? You see your victim and stand still Beads of sweat form on your head, this is real Your hands start to sweat as you hold your baby, your killing machine Just pull the trigger a voice says “is this a dream”? So you pull the trigger and watch your victim drop Blood pouring from he’s chest, run, run, come on don’t stop Yes, yes, now you are a bad man, a king, you’re in control But, you know what the devils got your soul You can’t sleep at night because of what you’ve done Was it worth taking a life for a bit of fun? And think about the mother who’s just lost her only son But justice is waiting to catch up with you Going to prison for murder, what are you going to do? Where will your gang be then, your family? Living their lives, denighing any connection to you, look and see When you are alone in your cell at night thinking about where it all went wrong The tears fall down your cheek as you remember how you boasted about killing someone, acted all strong One life wasted, one life lost Countless people hurting, was it worth the cost? Put down the gun, put down the gun Find a way to deal with conflict that doesn’t involve killing someone