i must be a loaded gun
that even when i'm pointed without intent
i must compulsorily elicit fear
i'm a callous man....
that's how i should sell myself
when you give your best
when you utter fresh pickings outta yer mind
when you portray yourself with dedication
and then like a boomerang out of nowhere
you get whacked?
my agitation necessitates
so from out of the blue
a vent
an outlet
i dunno where they gonna dissipate
but like a weightless sand army with wind on their back
i'm hoping they form a shape
and come get you in broad daylight
i wish they murder you
