wicked truth
Wicked truth
By Nate sublime
Verse#1
I guess I gotta way with my words…Guns absurd purloining these guns from birds Like I got a colossal curve Move so fast these bullets I pass as I move right pass You demons so fast you start screaming I start screening to protect the youth from your Bullets that are flying off the seam and…. I don't mean to play the government for a joke but when It came to this gun reform they choked now young kids are dropping dead Stroke by stroke like a pissed off artist is out for blood... Man I swear these thugs need a hug…No need for violence just love…Now parents sit there barring the ones they love…Innocence…they were praying puny… Ya stray bullet shot them down, bang, bang now they on the ground on display call it suny new paltz …bangarang… it’s the same ole thing day in night out…the governments don’t ban the true weapon they ban the red book… now look at the blood that’s covering them school books…
Don’t be shook, look…where you too blind to see or just maybe you where too deaf to hear…the kids watch in fear as the bullets fly by in the air, laying them to tomb…as they watch they imminent doom..And soon before they know it death is the next hoodlum chillen on they steps…whispering in their ears...Now all the things they feared seems to be coming to fruition I got a notion that this is just a devotion. For those kids floating head deep in hells fiery oceans…
Verse#2
I’m looking through the glass of time how’d it get so murky…can no longer see so clearly...my eyes are open…and I see the safety this government speaks of is yet not the true pride that they truly seek…they boast of the past never looking toward the future…so their problems of the past shall forever lay in our future…they claim they choose RIGHT FROM WRONG YET THEY RIGHTS ALL THE WAY WRONG…they eyes are covered from the truth they seek and speak of…and we still follow them even though they path they leave is so crooked…and wrong…my aims right this lanes on flight I’ll come back and help you crippled right off that gurney…and stretch ya..
Hook
I swear these thugs need a hug
No need for violence, just love
X2
Verse#3
If the right to bear arms then why must most not have any is it because we know our kids are acuitedly acrimonious...no need in being de-generous I mean what’s the need to adduce this problem if the governments just criminous… there was once a time where I wouldn’t be this scrutinizing with my dextral dexterity but this just needs to be adduced with a monstrous noncalamity…
See the school yards are empty no kids in the halls cuz they all dead in the aisles and theres blood in their smiles… cuz some maniac decided to go shoot up a theater well there goes your show…I would say that’s all but yet my time is not over see…these evils that dwell in these devilish people seem to call up they devilish demons to go and do devilish deeds…they never heed cuz the government lets them get their hands on any weapons they need…there hells pupil and the governments the eye..yet they tried to cry us a river when them sandy hook kids died..so they sit and wait thinking they lies so great but what they don’t know is they can try to lie about something but in the end its that something that they can’t escape
Hook #2(don’t say unless you have time)
So tell me who wants to stand up with me hold this cup with me of reality to let the government see that they need to ban the real problem here instead of the children’s…childhood memories…
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