Tanktop

The right to keep and bear arms....

All my life I've worn a tanktop cause it's very warm,
the weather in my hood is like the eye of ev'ry storm,
Amendment number two just means to keep aware of harm,
The Bill Of Rights do make it clear to keep and bear my arms.

The stick-up kids and bangers walk around the streets with theirs,
I work too hard to stack a grip; my tanktop keeps it fair,
no matter if it's hot or dead of winter here's my skin,
of these bare arms I show you for to use them rears my sin.

Since everything's eventual, one day I'm seeing God,
but since that's no time soon I'm in my tanktop squeezin off,
protect myself from half-assed jackers lunatics and fiends,
who prey among the wretched and they're doin it for C.R.E.A.M.,

My dearest God forgive me for to kill's a mortal sin,
but if it comes to them or me Dear Lord I'm goin in,
eradicate them all; I know they're really gonna come,
I'll wait while bearing arms like it was middle summer warm....

I wear a tanktop.

©2013
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

My buddy Rich once again presented me with this concept and I took it there.