Land of the gun ( Rap/poetry)

This is the place where cops rush in the building.
Paramilitary death squads murder your wife and children.

Empty shells crack on the floor, mans limbs in the air.
Soldiers dying out there but it no concern and nobody cares.

Perpare for the future in war and truth, and make a note of the past.
Or be condemned to live it again and face the trigger and see the blast.

Class A riots and warefare kept out of the news.
Replaced by Obama fucking a fly and political views.

This is where the guns are manufactured and sold.
This land was once peaceful but now is cold.
This land was stolen and stripped of all its gold.

The hottest neighbourhood under the liquid sun.
This will forever be the land of the gun.