Gun Does Not Spell God.

A gun goes off in the middle of the night
At once I know something is not right
I hear the sirens getting loud as they approach
They scream with anxiety knowing a life was poached

We have heard and read about this much too often
Young lives taken causing our hearts to soften
Sympathy for the families affected
Hardened with anger because we are not protected

Protection from ourselves is what we need
We are society and because of that we bleed
Bleeding the life from loved ones and friends
Bleeding the hope that we had as children

In Worcester a man is sold a gun
He thinks it's cool and might be fun
He can now walk the streets with pride
Knowing he has protection on his side

Buying the drugs and smoking the crack
Makes him feel like he's a class act
Because with a shiny new gun stuck down his pants
He's the king of the world with a private romance

He brags about his gun to his friends and brother
Showing them how much cooler he is than all the others
"Stick by my side friends and we will go far
We'll run this town and own every bar"

"We will protect our own with my power and fear
No one will dare confront me when my gun appears
So stay close to me and we'll be okay
I'll be the protector and your savior someday"

Umm I don't think so you ignorant fool
You don't know what you've gotten into
You bought a gun and bullets with cash
Just in case someone tries to steal your stash

Now you have the power to protect your own
But who will protect them when you are in their home
Because your stupid and don't know how to use it
You've killed your own brother. In the chamber was a bullet.

Shot in the head while showing off your moves
Spinning it on your fingers like you have something to prove
Then BANG he's dead and you are all confused
When you see his blood splatter on your shoes

Now his life is over at the young age of twenty
Shot dead by his kin with courage a'plenty
Brave young man who could buy a gun
Educated by the streets of society's scum

I don't know how to talk to the mother
I'm sorry your son is dead, shot by his brother
Maybe it's time for us all to look around
Time to teach the children guns are not sound.

Stay away from the drugs and the violence we plead
The same thing could happen to you, we plant the seed
Stay in school and stay off the streets
Because that's where the grim reaper you will meet