Random acts of Violence

Your hands start to shake
When the o'gs pop and roll
put a pistol in your face to recourse your elbows

Just give it up fast, or I'll smash your throat
see we had to come and get you
cause the money is low

Never personal
your hanging in the game with pros
there was rules in the beginning
now anything goes

Picking off targets in the window
slowly roll around puffing indo
bullets penetrate my Nintendo

Best to duck down low
they even take your life for a cellphone
in cold blood package them home

In this world on your own
so your dying alone
with nothing to fear, you decided to roam

Don't want to listen to my momma, I'm already grown
bring the drama, at the weapon store purchasing chrome

To the bullets pierce your dome
fall in silence
many lives are lost
during random acts of violence

Written by: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)