Young black man
Looking up at the barrel of a gun
Wondering What he’d done
Wondering what he’d done
Young cop
Getting ready to let the bullet drop
Even though he wasn’t sure
Wasn’t sure what he’d seen
Too many Bullets
Not enough soul
Not enough soul
Young child wandered
Out of her parents view
Lost forever
This city
Seems to suck the children away
All they needed was a place to play
Too many bullets
Not enough soul
Not enough soul
A twisted man
Took a grip of his hand
and laid it down hard
On that poor woman’s skull
Took from her
What was not his to take
What was not his to take
Too many bullets
Not enough soul
Not enough soul
Works hard all his life
Trying to take care of his children and wife
But it seems like his only value
Is what he’s got in his bank account
Seems like he always needs a little more
Seems like he always needs a little more
Wondering what his life is for
Too many bullets in the world
Not enough soul in the world
Too many bullets… Not enough soul
Looking up at the barrel of a gun
Wondering What he’d done
Wondering what he’d done
Young cop
Getting ready to let the bullet drop
Even though he wasn’t sure
Wasn’t sure what he’d seen
Too many Bullets
Not enough soul
Not enough soul
Young child wandered
Out of her parents view
Lost forever
This city
Seems to suck the children away
All they needed was a place to play
Too many bullets
Not enough soul
Not enough soul
A twisted man
Took a grip of his hand
and laid it down hard
On that poor woman’s skull
Took from her
What was not his to take
What was not his to take
Too many bullets
Not enough soul
Not enough soul
Works hard all his life
Trying to take care of his children and wife
But it seems like his only value
Is what he’s got in his bank account
Seems like he always needs a little more
Seems like he always needs a little more
Wondering what his life is for
Too many bullets in the world
Not enough soul in the world
Too many bullets… Not enough soul
inviata da Dq82 - 29/6/2021 - 12:23
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Too Many Bullets... Not Enough Soul