Little Weapon

Little Terry got a gun, he got from the store
He bought it with the money he got from his chores
He robbed candy shop told her lay down on the floor
Put the cookies in his bag took the pennies out the drawer.

Little Kalil got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill the infidels and American devils
A bomb on his waist
A mask on his face
Prays five times a day
And listens to Heavy Metal.

Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad
That he snuck into school in his black book bag
His black nail polish, black boots and black hair
He's gonna blow away the bully that just pushed his ass.

I killed another man today
Shot him in his back as he ran away
Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade
Cut his wife's throat as she put her hands to pray
Just five more dawgs then we can get a soccer ball
That's what my commander say
How Old?
Well I'm like ten, eleven, been fighting since I was like six or seven
Now I don't know much about where I'm from but I know I strike fear everywhere I come
Government want me dead so I wear my gun, I really want the rocket launcher but I'm still too young
This candy give me courage not to fear no one
To fear no pain, and hear no tongue
So I hear no screams and I shed no tear
If I'm in your dreams then your end is near
Yeah.

[Chorus:]
Little Weapon,
Little Weapon,
Little Weapon
We're calling you
There's a war
if the guns are just too tall for you
We'll find you something small to use
Little Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon
We need you now, pow.

Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
A macabre Parade of the toys he made
And in Shimmer shades who looks half his age
About half the size of the flags they waved
And Camouflage suits that made to fit youths
'cause the ones of the dead soldiers hang a little loose
And AK-47's that they shooting into heaven
Like they're trying to kill the Jetson's
They struggle little recruits
Cute Smileless, Heartless, violent
Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways
Can't write their own names or read the words on their own graves
Think you gangster popped a few rounds
These kids will come through and murder a whole town
Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down
The grave gets deeper the further we go down.

[Chorus]

Imagine if I had to console
The family of those slain
I slain on game consoles
I aim I hold, right trigger to squeeze
press up and Y one less nigga breathe
B for the Bombs press pause for your moms
Make the room silent, she don't approve of violent games
She leaves resume activity
Start and blew hearts with poor harsh wizardry
On next part I insert code
To sweeten up the little person' murder workload
I tell him he work for
CIA with A
A operative, I operate this game all day
I hold a controller connected to the soldier
With weapons on his shoulder he's only seconds older than me
We playful but serious, now keep that on mind
for on line experience.

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