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Yeah, so I wrote this poem about
About clever men and our violence
And it starts out with this young boy
That wakes up on a desert floor
And all around him are the sights and the sounds of war

Soon he’d learn that the whole world was a desert
And in fact the whole world was at war
Everyone frightened to their core

And so he trained and became a sniper
Eventually climbing to the top
To the highest status, highest income brackets
Highly skilled
Quiet skills

I was taught not to love the land
Never trust the land
Live on a higher plane
You’re above the land
Penthouse suite
Oversee
Don’t need to understand
That man is dust
Man is of the land

Motherland I never touched
I had to run from young
Began to see the only safety
Was gun in hand

I didn’t get to plant seeds or feel the sands
They can seize where you stand
I had to leave it, now I fear the ground

That’s where bodies lay
That’s where bones are found
You gotta own the ground
Who controls the ground?

Sniper

From a higher up elevation
Hire and firing power from a higher education
Higher up the corporate ladder
The higher your social station
Always training your sights
Ready aim and then strike
Gotta stay on top

Hide your wealth
Hide yourself
High and stealth
See those fighting below
And try to help them but

The land is dirty
Their hands is dirty
And man is dirty
It’s kill or be killed, have mercy

And you get taught that from school, everywhere
Big business
If you wanna be successful
It’s gimme, gimme, gimme
Push, push, push
Step, step, step
Crush, crush, crush

I was taught you always take the shot when you got it
And pay the costs from your pockets
And take the losses like a boss
And make the profits too

Trust no one
Gross sums and hold guns
And I don’t run
And I don’t miss
And I don’t miss no one

No diss
But I’m focused
Like my scope is
From my crow’s nest
Low-risk
Tie no strings
No close kin
Stay close-lipped
And I leave no prints
And no hints
And no doubt
When I go out
I goes in then I’m ghost
And their ghosts when I

A sniper brought up to the height of the stakes
Told only the soul is sacred
And any spot that’s vacant you can take
And above all no place is safe
Unless you’re stationed above all
And stay in that space
Hovering over
I was taught everyone is a solider
Life is a fight
Keep money and people tight in your holsters
Yo, it’s killed or be killed

The land is dirty
Their hands is dirty
And man is dirty
It’s all I ever learned
Have mercy