A Stroll
I took a stroll down the barrel of a gun
Outta breath so I had a rest in the chamber
I sent shots at the setting of the sun
Saw so much death want a guard for my angel
My tongue took a trial as my trigger
But it held too much hate to articulate
Didn’t care if my strays struck a stranger
With the passion that I’d generate
But bullets are like boomerangs.
And I was refunded in full
For the trigger I pulled
