I feel no pain I know no fear.
I'm just a tool for war I can't shed no tears.
But is this the life that I'm suppose to live.
They said I can make it if I just believe.
I just want to know which destination is waiting for me.
Will God accept me at the pearly gates or will he rebut me.
Will I be saved or will I burn in hell for all eternity.
I can make it if I believe I'm just a machine trap in this world of slavery.
A machine that was made for war my life is full of misery.
I'm a high tech machine a tool for war my heart is cover with scars.
The pain is tearing me apart why am I part of this ghetto war.
I'm a machine with a soul but yet I have no heart.
The streets is apart of me so death is my art.