A Machine For

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.