Cuts will heal, but emotional wounds take time,
Hist first ride with the guys having homicide on his mind,
Loading up Glocks, making sure the hammer is cocked,
Putting bullets in chambers, imaganing who\'s going get popped,
He\'s nervous on the surface, but tries not to lose control,
It\'s like a hurrincane in his soul, he can\'t let it falter his goal,
tonights the night for revenge hoping to sent that crew runnin,
Driving by wit guns blazin, they\'ll never know that their comin,
As they drove by the house all he heard was the blast
the blaze of gun fire on the place as they drove past,
it was so fast, he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger back,
didn\'t matter what he hit, just as long as he was on the attack,
The car drove by again to look at what damage they\'ve done,
the smoke cleared and they could see that the war was won,
as the body\'s lay motionless he sees a figure like no other,
among the crew that lay there, he was the body of his brother,
ever since that day he never the same,
living a life of solitude slowly going insane,
If he never loaded the gun or jumped in that car,
then his life would be complete without this emotional scar.
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