Change to me means Choosing Hands And Not Guns Every time
My past involves quick tempers
Over problems that were simple
Running to a gun to end someone’s life
Instead of duking it out and hearing you won in our fight
Our human bodies have been formed
To easily recover from bumps n bruises
But a close life lost you don’t hear who won and who loses
You hear who’s gone and who’s choosing
If they sloppy, the top bunk or the bottom
Seldom they got away
But if so you’re a walking body
No dome, no tone, just bones
Who wants a lifeless life?
I want change
You’ll see a new man!
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