Shotgun

My dreams are dead while my knees still bled
But baby, I got a shotgun
And I wonder If after all, I got a way back before the fall
But baby, I got a truncheon
Ask myself if they provocated my anger to have a better soldier
But baby, I got a baton

We got weapons to win this eclat

Will create jars of traumas 

Leaves us with an own inner war

But what are we fighting for

And honey, I got a machine gun for the rival

But every killed one will live forever in my head

I got told it’s for the nations survival

But how could living be this close to death

I better get up and function before they’ll deprival

My last hopes and dreams

I still try to see enemies

But they are afraid and they are just like me

Been told to be a legendary

But I rather die free

So baby, I got a shotgun

And with my own blood on my hands I’ll give up the long run

So the last thing with worth can’t be taken away from me

My humanity