Bury me with my gun's

 
This violence life we have forsaken,
Cheated of their youth
We turned lies into truth.
Justice has been painted green
Become a freedom of choice,
Now that death comes
In many ways guns are not the only way;
Give me my knife or
A bat even my car will do
A mother able to use a tub of water
Steals the youth of her five
Then for us to set her free.
So let the beatings begin
Give me some rope I will hang that man
High in a tree that should not be
Distributor of pain your loss becomes
My gain Justice, Justice has become loss,
Independence is limited
No freedom of choice as we
hunger after Independence it lengthen
Freedom rings, Freedom of speech only in the words that they will bend
It’s the terrible silence that will stop us;
we planting the seeds of hate
It's pure black that is looking clear.