Letter From A Bullet (C) 3-26-09

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Now I don’t who this is to I was never good with a name All I’m good for is terror, destruction and findin a person to maim Some thinks it’s for a good cause, thinkin I could ever be tamed But I just say if I were you I’d stand back if you don’t want to be lamed To the perpetrator shooting theirs mothers are constantly bein shamed But it doesn’t matter cause in the streets that nigga’s definitely famed My life’s pretty simple just sit in a cozy bed and fire away in the anger of people I can be directed to your chest, your back or at your brain through your temple Into your nose, or your eyes, or the knee caps, ankle, foot, hand, joystick, or dimple Call me proactiv cause in the case of insult with injury I’ll knock out your pimple And to get my house for anyone doesn’t even depend on who you are to be simple I’ll blast you back faster than playin the song Mr. Tung Twista in the up tempo I have many enemies but instead of cursing me forever the people that hate me uses me It’s like what I’ve done to so many people is sad but more people dates me than refuses me And I’m genderless and promiscuous and I’m a smooth talker so lots of people chooses me Though I get them into trouble politically, criminally, or conscionably people excuses me And there’s no three, one times a charm, but I’m used cause there’s no one that abuses me And none of you are responsible, cause when someone’s shot dead everyone accuses me But don’t take this personally at your funeral I don’t see empty I say it’s half full and Some people say I’m inhumane and there has to be someone out there to null it But because of my impact no ones thought about it like they really could mull it Or no one has gathered together the right mind like they really could cull it Settin me off is pretty easy to but do this get a gun cock, aim it then you pull it Now to the victim in question I appreciate your patience this a letter from a bullet Just like I have no sex there’s no race so I’m black, red, yellow, tan and I’m white I kinda have no friends cause when anyone sees me they always start to dodge out of sight Most of the time people wanna set me off but the smart ones don’t do it till night And I guess I’m no longer the alternative like I used to be the next choice after fight So to you sir or ma’am I’m blind but you standing here shows me your not very bright So I’ll enter you now I’m not sorry but I’ll say if you want to live stay away from the light

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