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letra de sound of the weapon - verbal kent

[verse 1]
reporting live from the service, too many funerals
thousand moms and dads, five hundred murders
five hundred murderers, burglars [?]
[?] promise
turn a boy cold in the night, seeking silence
in the sun times, reports to going violence
more pigs in the trough means nothing when the [?] follow
rhyme follow daily, crime climb daily
twenty-six and cal corpmans pack full of babies
the judges kick the baby mommas out, shut the crying [?] up
wonder if the baby know the verdict
baby got inserted in this world full of hatred
and it’s fate is depending on how great a student’s aim is
the love’s going [?] love songs
walk the streets waitin’ to be next, my bud strong
listenin’ to sirens, common is a [?]
charcoal grey skies of just another earthworm

[hook]
living on the earth, turning with it, equipped with no equipment
living in a gifted [?] of missed misfits
and listen, you can hear the sound of the weapon
rounds [?], sending a soul into heaven
rounds [?], sending a soul into heaven
rounds [?], sending a soul into heaven
listen, you can hear the sound of the weapon

[verse 2]
mom weeping, [?] against the kitchen window
big toed about the grim reaper creepin’
can you keep a secret?
do you sleep with the meat clever in your sleeping bag just in case the sneaky back?
well i have, life’s not a lilac
life’s more like a steak, froze’d as a ice pack
life’s more like weight, lifin’ to move stress
like the m-ssage, without being touched by flesh
by george, think you got it, fragile as the days are
[?] way to work, man, murdered on a train car
fatherless to kids, now the kids wanna play guard
later [?], vicious cycle, roll the dice, psycho k!llers at large
sittin’ in my car, feelin’ these bars
tears flowin’ down my d-mn face, need of a [?]
help to wonder if my time will come soon
if i’ll die young too
reflection off the high hung moon

[hook](x2)
living on the earth, turning with it, equipped with no equipment
living in a gifted [?] of missed misfits
and listen, you can hear the sound of the weapon
rounds [?], sending a soul into heaven
rounds [?], sending a soul into heaven
rounds [?], sending a soul into heaven
rounds [?], sending a soul into heaven
listen, you can hear the sound of the weapon

- verbal kent

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