6 Days Spraying / 1 Day Praying
by
Robby Richardson
Our Mother who art in Heaven
Hollow be thy bullet
Death will come in thy name...it will be done
Bringing Hell to a paradise...life called Heaven
Let us seize the day and the ammo
Spill blood in your name for every temptation
And deliver nothing...but evil
6 days spraying, 1 day praying, if you want peace then prepare for war
One bullet, two bullet, three bullets more dropping four bodies on a cold slabbed floor
My hands crossed on my knees praying for peace that never keeps cause bullets keep spraying
And words seem cheap
Oh, how the bullets make the righteous fall...Oh, the irony and hypocrisy of it all
When the walls fall in the land of Jericho replace bullets with knowledge, poof…miracle
The hustle, the grind, the death of time, a crime, incredibly
Time is the real enemy...death is already ahead of me
Shells drop my heart stops, bang, pop, the end of clock
So watch out...time out...call a foul...money on the street with greed on the prowl
No candles on corners, no urban soldiers just tears on shoulders
Séance through Séance ask them how they come up
Days up, they paid up...paid a cost to be the boss now they’re lost
With wounds from bullets is this life at it’s fullest... rounds keep pounden
Let them prayers keep resounding, we can pray for change or do something about it...I doubt it
The End