I know what you think in the morning,
When the sun shines on the ground,
And shows what you have done,
It shows where your mind has gone,
And you swear to your parents,
That it will never happen again,
I know, I know what that means, I know.
That you all have guns,
And you never put the safety on,
And you all have plans,
To take it, dont take it.
Im trying, Im trying to sleep,
Im trying, Im trying to sleep,
But I cant, but I cant when you all have,
Guns for hands.
Lets take this a second at a time,
Lets take this one song, this one rhyme,
Together, lets breathe,
Together, to the beat,
But theres hope out the window,
So thats where well go,
Lets go outside and all join hands,
But until then youll never understand.
Weve turned our hands to guns, trade in our thumbs for ammunition,
I must forewarn you, of my disorder, or my condition,
Cause when the sun sets, it upsets whats left of my invested interest,
Interested in putting my fingers to my head,
The solution is, I see a whole room of these mutant kids,
Fused at the wrist, I simply tell them they should shoot at this,
Simply suggest my chest and this confused music, its,
Obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist.
