I seem to get blamed for all of the violence in the world,
But somehow laws aren’t changed to control me.
I kill millions of people around the world every single day,
I’m made in all different sizes and calibers.
Bullets fly out of my chamber and penetrate human beings daily,
Inflicting pain, mourning, death, sadness and sorrow.
Bulletproof vests don’t even help the cause anymore,
All it takes is for a bullet to hit a part where the vest isn’t there.
I cost all different prices from gun shops to on the streets,
Everyone needs protection from someone these days, right?
Oh no, that’s not what it is, so we have to keep it out of criminals hands,
The real deal is anyone is capable of killing someone at any time.
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