I am starting to think that my soul and life was captured in my gun
It is as if we are two best friends but absolute enemies
The heart was my gun pumping bullets through my blood
Bullets so painful that it became my pleasure
I took it everywhere with me
It was my protector and I was its lover
But I think I was too proud of my lover
Because it betrayed me
It betrayed my family
It took a life that wasnt supposed to be taken
A life that was innocent and pure
That did no wrong to deserve death
Nor any wrath
My lover probably foretold
That it was the end of my lil boy
Who thought that my lover was a toy
