his tears are his gun when it reaches other's eyes
his known world is his gun that radiates once it reaches their eyes like the mighty sun
he is dying inside, he dies
the world in his eyes is different
everyone is in a different mood everyday
seeing the vibes in his indifferent body
it held the importance
he is simply just an image
he calls himself a nigga
he holds guns running from anyone in whom is a threat
gun is in his blood
is a jail
never going to receive any mail
thoughts of cold, clammy black bars that surrounds him
it's hell when the world itself is not well
he is shackled in a prison cell
a big time hypocrite
in guns, he trusted his bloodshed eyes
spinning the revolver
the world cries in his eyes
they all cried
his eyes are the burner
the same burner that shed so many tears radiated to his eyes
he live by the gun, he die by the gun