Life in a falling Bullet Shells

Boom! POW POW. Bang! iight? All that is heard through the night Gunshots! There ain't even a scream No warnings, no blessing, no reasoning Too many dying for cash and drugs Many die from stray bullets shot by thugs Is this the world we're proud to live in I ain't cause there's so many people hatin on each other denying their own mother Turn around now and lock the door Hurry drop to the cold old floor 9-1-1 I need your help! "Please hold." 'Sorry there's no one available' so was told. Sirens go off but still all is heard is Boom! Pow Pow. Bang! Bullet shells fall just like the people that felt tall Gunshots blow out again after daddy tucks you in But before he leaves you hear "God please forgive me for this soon to be murderous sin"