Killing Machine

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life

 I'm used to killing children, adults, husbands, and wives
I'm not the judge of who's the ones to lose their lives
I'm a bringer of death
Have you choking on your last breath
I'm deadlier than the effects of Crystal Meth
I can make a weak man strong
I've been used to protect the rights of those who are wrong
My body is cold steel
I don't feel
People reach for me in war, at a fight, during a drug deal
I'm hidden away, keep me concealed
Wave me in the face of a store owner to get your next meal
Keep me locked in safety, and I'll cause no harm
but let me loose, and I can raise any alarm
house me in your closet, in a supply store, even on a farm
I'm a killing machine, a deadly firearm
I leave people dying, others crying in the streets
continue to feed me slugs and I'll continue to unleash
It's what I was made for, It's not my choice
death rings in the air when I spray my voice
single words or rapid bursts
blood, steel, and death all become immersed
I was made to kill
blacks, whites, it doesn't matter, I murder at will
pull my trigger and watch the blood spill
but yet...I hate what I am, gripped in a thug's hand
or that of a mass murderer, even a member of the Taliban
I become an object of hate, associated with evil
they don't understand people kill people
It's not the gun, we're a simple tool
it's not our fault if we get carried in to shoot up a school
it's what we were created for
when there was power, but humans needed more
cuz honestly, when everything is over and it's all said and done
it's not my fault, I'm just a gun...