Songtext Little weapon von Lupe Fiasco

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2007

Little weapon

I killed another man today
shot him in his back as he ran away
then I blew up his hut with a hang grenade
cut his wife throat as she put her hands to pray
just 5 more dogs then we can get a soccer ball thats what my commander say
how old? well I'm like 10 or 11 been fighting since I was like 6 or 7
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 feel no pain, and hear no tongue.
so I hear no scream and shed no tear and if I'm in your dreams then your end is near.

Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
I'm a car parade of the toys he made
Its your mobs and shades who look hard for his age
look about half the size of the flags they wave.
In camouflage suits made to fit youths
cuz the ones of the dead solders hang a little loose.
What.. like they shootin in the heaven like they tryin to kill a jetson's struggle is little recruits
Cute, smileless, heartless, violent, childhood destroyed devoid of all childish ways.
Can't write they own names, or read the words that on they own graves.
Think you gangsta 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

Imagine If I had the console of the family's of those slayin and slain on game consoles I aim I hold right trigger to squeeze press up and Y one less breathe. B for the bomb press pause for ya moms make the room silent she don't approve of violent Games. She leave resume activity start and boom hearts apart and start wizardry. on next part I insert code to sweeten up the little persons murda work load I told em he work fo CIA with a A operative I operate this game all day. I hold a controller connected to the solder with weapons on his shoulder he's only second soul dead in me. We playful but serious but keep that on mind for online experience

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Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
I'm a car parade of the toys he made
Its your mobs and shades who look hard for his age
look about half the size of the flags they wave.
In camouflage suits made to fit youths
cuz the ones of the dead solders hang a little loose.
What.. like they shootin in the heaven like they tryin to kill a jetson's struggle is little recruits
Cute, smileless, heartless, violent, childhood destroyed devoid of all childish ways.
Can't write they own names, or read the words that on they own graves.
Think you gangsta 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

Imagine If I had the console of the family's of those slayin and slain on game consoles I aim I hold right trigger to squeeze press up and Y one less breathe. B for the bomb press pause for ya moms make the room silent she don't approve of violent Games. She leave resume activity start and boom hearts apart and start wizardry. on next part I insert code to sweeten up the little persons murda work load I told em he work fo CIA with a A operative I operate this game all day. I hold a controller connected to the solder with weapons on his shoulder he's only second soul dead in me. We playful but serious but keep that on mind for online experience