I carry a concealed weapon
I have since I was young
Sharp as a knife, used a lot in life
My weapon of choice it is the tongue

It has the power to cut you down
Bring you to your knees
But also strong enough to lift you up
Both it does with ease

Yes it can lift you up
Or it can bring you down
For the latter I use it far to much
Stabbing at the slightest sound

The problem with this weapon is
The lack of self control
It comes out slicing and dicing
As if backed against the wall

I've even at times turned it on myself
And carved like I was a piece of art
Left not a mark upon my flesh
But wounded deep the heart

I've talked of using it as a knife
It also doubles as a gun
Firing from long distances
My weapon of choice, beware the tongue