No one should live their lives
only to meet an ends at the swift burn
of a stray bullet. These are strange
times yet so very familiar as
our history has the habit of showing.
No one learns their lesson until
it’s too late. No one learns the
meaning of life until
stray silver seals their fate.
So get out there when you’ve the chance.
It’s better than to sit and wait.
I need someone
with gun in hand
cocked cold and ready
against my head
I’d have the reason
to finish this all red eh
I’ve lost interest
with no six gauge to my chest
fire crackers maybe
I’ve the strength to digest
Hell who am I kidding
I’m no good at roulette
but to settle for less, no
I’d rather be shot dead.
There will always be poverty
and powerless men, who feel nothing
towards people just trying to exist.
Believe it or not it was a club to join,
all it took, was a .45 colt, a river, a fan.
But it (is) not that world anymore, is it?
I want to say no, but Jackson’s slaying of elderly men?
Born of the same bullet that lay Evers dead.
It’s enough to make you want to blind your eyes, it’s enough to know better than to blind your soul.
So as there will always be poverty and powerless men,
there must never be closed,
an open coffin.