Piece

We all share a common voice, mine's just a little bit hoarse
Ofc, cuz I've been screaming for years, I've run out of tears to secrete
Cuz every year's made me weep
How many deaths do I have to see before they ban guns and bring peace
But nah they'd rather carry a piece to bring death and make a brother gasp his last breath
And all they scream
We need more pieces so we can send more bodies to Jesus
I hope you bitches never see him cuz sometimes I think you're all demons
Preaching teachings of hate, it's too late, it's too late
The trumpet sounds my time is up, but God you promised me another month
If I can write more then the world will
Maybe the world will
Maybe the world will
Idk
I ain't got the answers



Credits
Writer(s): Morgan Reid, C Nielsen, Robert Campbell, Jesse Feister
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