I Am A Gun
I can be your protector, or worse nightmare
I do as I'm told, see i really don't care
I've taken sons from mothers, moms, dads,daughters too
My children do damage, no matter where they hit you
Some lock me in the box, but most carry me daily
You can find me in the store, or the hood for sale see
I have no feelings, I show no remorse
I leave that to the hand that holds me, an unknown source
I'm most comfortable when i'm full, snug on a waist
Making those who hold me feel power, yet I will no erase
The things that I do, I scream for more
And when most throw me away, I return in another form
In a new hand, with a new master
Ready to reap havoc, cause a little disaster
This is what I was made for, I do this for fun
When I'm waved in the air, I hear "run ah shit it's a gun"
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