Yeah so I wrote this poem about
About clever men and our violence
And, uh 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 learned that the whole world was a desert
And in fact the whole world was at war
Everyone frightened to their core
So he trained and became a sniper
Eventually climbing to the top
To the highest status
Highest income brackets
Highly skilled
I was taught not to love the land (quiet kills)
Trust the land on a higher plane above the land
Penthouse suite
Oversee don't need to understand
That man is dust man is of the land
The land I never touched
I had to run from it young
Began to see the only safety was gun in hand
I didn't get to plant seeds or feel the sands
They can sees 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've got to own the ground
Who controls the ground
The sniper from a higher up elevation
Higher in firing power from a higher education
Higher up the corporate ladder
The higher your social station
Always training your sights
Ready aiming to strike
Got to stay on top
Hide your wealth
Hide yourself
Higher stealth
See those fighting below and try to help them but
The land is dirty
Our hands is dirty
And man is dirty
It's kill or be killed
Have mercy
You get told that from school and definitely you grow up
And you're in the business world and they tell you if you want to be successful
You gotta step on people, you gotta crush people, you gotta destroy people
I was taught you always take the shot when you got it
And pay the cost from your pockets
And take the losses like a boss and make the profits too
Trust no one
Grow sums and I 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 and my scope is from my crow's nest
No risk time, no strings, no close kin, stay closed lip
And I leave no prints and no hints
And no doubt when I go out I goes in
And I'm ghostin' and a ghost 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
Hoverin' over
I was taught everyone is a soldier
Life is a fight
Keep money and people tight in your holsters
Yo it's kill or be killed
The land is dirty
Their hands is dirty
And man is dirty
That's all I ever learned
Have mercy
