LOCKED and LOADED
Attention young motherfuckers
locked and loaded
with flesh ripping bullets
intermixed with Latin textbooks
and discarded pen caps.
When will you get it through your head
that you can't fight bullets with bullets?
Or else your body count doubles
because there's no clear line
between good and evil.
We click open pens
and you pull triggers
but they come from the same room
and no one can decide
who's in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Pressed against temples;
pencils and barrels,
one to create and one to destroy
to amplify voices and rip out throats,
a victim we all become.
Because when we mix our killer instinct
and the ability to hold death in our hands
we tarnish our pencil's erasers
and the backspace on our keyboards
to fix mistakes we regret to inform.
So blow out your smoke
and tuck your fallacy back in
because Kings and Queens
don't need bloodstained fingertips
to rule a kingdom.