Big bomb .
. . .
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…………
They drop it.
Petro dollar$,
Buying white collars.
Mining operations,
For metal made Smith & Wessons.
And more violence to teach the lessons.
So everyone knows it’s only self defense.
To gun tote and destroy by remote,
So if they come after you you can blast back.
That’s what stand your ground says.
So we all best pack.
And the president cries for his gun control,
But he’ll kill anyone not on U.S. soil.
With his drone attacks that he signs off on.
Another,
Big 💣
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It’s strong arm.
Robbery attempt,
And now he has a permanent limp,
Destroyed in a gang bang,
Bar brawl.
And they bust jaws. And kill with chainsaws.
But the gun has more impact.
Built for killing.
Yes, indeed.
Now we must all pack.
For it is,
Mutually Assured Destruction,
They think our lives we’re made for their fucking,
Instead of face justice they prefer to die,
Suicide.
Cuz the cops will kill them anyway,
With their .45s,
And AR-15s,
They once believed in the dream,
Until they saw the hypocrisy.
Death before dishonor.
That’s what happened your honor.
It’s fight or flight,
But some get caught in the deer lights.
They freeze,
Cuz they were told what to believe.
And now their view is skewed.
Change of purview.
Change of perspective,
The information no longer so selective.
But the AKs are still free to grab,
TEK-9s and Glocks,
Traded in for a couple of rocks.
To keep the addict happy,
And the war profiteer all grinning.
It’s no wonder the city of sin is the one we’re all living in,
Men,
We’ve got to rise up!
They got us under their grasp.
So take this gat,
And a sip from your flask.
And go grab your protest mask.
Divide and conquer,
Cause chaos,
Disrupt.
The people with guns don’t give a fuck.
So sell us more,
And watch them blow their heads off,
In SUVs as U.S. Marshals close in fast,
Media controlled peeps report on the gun blast.
Quick shot to the head,
Now he’s dead.
It’s . . .
#GunControl.
Like a bad acid overdose.
Making me so scared.
So I hold my gun real close.
While the cops share,
Bullets with the neighborhood.
Pointing in my direction.
And down the street as well.
Toward the children,
Who are playing,
In this gun filled hell.
It’s gun control.
To help soothe the devil’s soul.
It’s gun control.
So let’s all run down that rabbit hole .
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🔫 control 🔫