KILLIN' TIME

Got some dude standin’ there
Wit my gun to his head
Peep this shit brutha
This shit ain’t dread
I’m tellin’ him sit down
Hands in the air
I know he understands
But pretend he don’t hear
So I rack back the shotty
Stick up to his ear
Finger on the trigger
Squeeze it part his hair
This shit ain’t happenin’, bro
This shit ain’t real
Soul is burnin’ baby
Can’t shake how it feel
And just the other day
Saw some dude wit holes
Blood seepin’ out
Oh shit is that his soul
I seen it fadin’ fast
Slidin’ by his eyes
Gives up the ghost
And the body just dies
How can you write home
And say you seen the dead
Or try to describe
All the shit in your head
So you keep it locked in
Bottled up tight
But somethin’ inside screamin’
This shit ain’t right
Here’s a little somethin’
I don’t understand
Little boys in war
With guns in their hands
They teach how to shoot
They teach how to kill
They give you the power
And they give you the will
But what they don’t teach
In basic one o one
Is how to live with killin’
When the killin’s all done