BluesPoetry

BluesPoetry


Guns
Guns, the whole world has guns
Little guns-big guns, fastest gun
45'S 38'S GIVE ME A MAC 10 WITH MY BIG MAC
Give me your money and your car and quick,Jack
Silver guns with guick action and 1000 rounds
Saturday night specials both black or blue
Play toys for the child to kill his friend,sad sounds
Hunters tool to slaughter Bambi or himself, boohoo
Warriors "ax" for dealing death in massive assination
Officers ordering kill or be killed ,it's for the nation
Presidents or princes sit behind big desks talking to God
Wounded creatures of the infinate world we inhabit
Head wounds-gut wounds-eye wounds-whole body wounds
Paralizing-limb missing-dick missing wounds, bad habit
Mind blowning heart breaking love missing mother fucking wounds.
Guns, the whole planet is a gun
Electric guns to stun you, no fun
Makes me want to puke on a nun
Shoot a cop and you are on the run.
Open up a bank account and get a gun
Living in the 'hood you better have one
In the barrio or 5th Ave the man is packing his "son"
Sally learned to take care of herself and thats no pun.