Standing on the ground of riffles Raising flags, cheering Caping down for a beast launch We watch the end of us being showcased Best snippers can't hide their smiles Hunting is what they're born for My hand was meant for this pen Theirs for that riffle The same way I enjoy inking down my heart Is the very way they enjoy pulling the trigger We all have a weapon They're born with riffles We are born with pens The riffle kills you once The pen kills you in bits. We all made a pact I just chose the pen.
We are a lot of things but important of all we are what sets our hearts on fire. Writing is a weapon, writing is a power.