Peace

Hi it's me JJ Dimz your greatest friend
Who are you?
I'm the reason your brothers are in the pen
So why the hell would you be my friend
Well I was the one who protected them from the scythe in the night that tried to claim their lives
So you better be grateful boy you used to love me back when I was just a toy
So what changed?
You came of age you saw the rage you felt that pain
But ain't no justsu that will bring em back and ain't no rap that will change the fact
That me and you were meant for each other, the melanin in you makes you finger me better
So give me seven days and I'll be the girl you were destined to claim
What do you mean the girl I was destined to claim, I don't even know you
You haven't told me your name, don't you feel it in your veins
What? It's in your DNA
To? Hold me close and keep me by your side
I'll be your ride or die and protect your life
But wait I don't need protection
Yes you do cuz there's many girls out there tonight
Don't you watch the news they're always trending, they're at the latest shows
In da club they'll sweep you off your toes when you're 50 they'll give you power that you've never known
(Ughh) you should claim me now so we can work all this tension out
But wait you're confusing me, what do you want?
I just wannabe loved like any other girl my other sisters still run this world
Cuz we come in many different shapes we all have different names
We all have different aims, some of us love to show our range
Some of us go and catch a case but most of us just light up the place
We don't differentiate it's never about love or hate
We're used to setting pace have brothers running when they see my face
My bodycount would leave you amazed I've busted with every single race
But I'm still seen as a monger of hate you see me as a model of pain
But I've got more than six sisters so that bar must be fake
I'm still loved in the states but hated in the barracks
Subject of debates but will it really stop the violence
Deep down I think you know the answer, I'm not the reason that these moms are always crying
Blame these boys for always lying
About who they're with tryna squeeze a clit and I'm moaning like a clip of sensuality
In actuality, the feeling's great when I bust up in their face
Never forget the day you see me spray, but I've led many astray
Doesn't mean I'm the one to blame you're the one who's tainted my name
Pushed hate through my veins, used me for gain
Spilt blood on my frame ensure I get the blame
But who blames you it's not like you go to prison
Tell the truth you can't even envision the pain you've brought throughout history
The fact you're legal is still a mystery but my word is my bond
And you've got a license to kill you'll produce money till the day you see hell
Keep copping bodies like they're retail never tell the feds any details
And that's the way it's been your fate predicted by Emily Dickinson
So to you I'm just a loaded gun (yep) but to me that's what you made me become
An obedient tool never free and always abused by fools
Never to be used for peace sometimes used to sign deeds
Keep the homies on their knees praying that one day they can leave the streets
Was I ever made to kill?
Was I ever made to steal?
Was I ever made to rob? Humans of their lives and send them back to God?
The answer's yes dependant on who's wielding the tec
So don't shoot the messenger shoot the one who mishandled her instead