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You don’t have to say
one spherical metallic word
I know with GSW empathy credulity
just how you feel ... I bequeath kindred sympathy
Taking one lead body blow 
for the I homeboy visiting team,
was enough mental pain timeout for me
And the physical hurt toll it put on my body
made me frequently start falling to my knees
I can understand if you’re gun shy,
really I can
When you felt the quiet burn
of the silencer,
and the sweat of your fear
started to pellet fly
There’s a few blood splatter
reasons why
you’re audibly mute upset,
and so gun shy
Some whack eraserhead
unholstered their hostility on you
Bam, bam went the bullet hate — 
hot metal piercing flesh ... 
smearing cold iron-cooper fear
over your nude, trespassed privacy
I can understand if you’re gun shy,
really I can
I can truly relate 
if you thought death 
was your imminent fate
Really I do
You don’t have to say 
a single semi-automatic word ...
You’re gun shy,
and I know the trigger reason why
Your temple’s been invaded
by kinetic metallic thieves,
who left your wounded, 
praying soul to cemetery bleed
But putting a cap on the lip lid  
is gonna make you implode within
Though asking for a modicum of gun control
is considered a Second Amendment sin
Keep the treason 
on the tip of your tongue
from speaking
It’s best to remain gun shy,
never saying a word
It’s smart to duck when the bullets fly,
and the screaming is heard
Silence is double-O seven golden,
it’s good that your thoughts
ain’t got a license to kill
In the quietude of the grave,
victim death shout echoes do reverberate still
So, shhh ... stay low-key gun shy 
Any sound motion can be detected
by a revolver barrel indiscriminate eye
Heat seeking for some unsuspecting
bipedal target to Big Wheel die
Any guttural movement
is gonna get a crosshair, 
scattershot, fade-to-black goodbye
The kevlar-coated lip service politicians 
sternly suggest you keep
any over-the-top, brash comments 
under-the-counter on a locked vault cry
They say, now ain’t the time to be vocal and brave ... 
bite the bullet, 
and suffer your soul to die timid gun shy
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