Lets shoot, shoot, shoot until there is no one else to shoot anymore.
But the what? Who else is there to violate, to rape, to steal from, to kill, to not give a damn about?
But these are just worthless words since they are only coming out of the mouth of an angry bystander.
We point man’s worst creation at our own race, ready and willing to pull the trigger, trapping them between a bullet and their own life.
Look into the eyes of your victim and tell me what you see.
Is it someone who has caused you harm? Is it someone you have never seen before? Because you must tell me what you see, what you feel when you are looking into the eyes of someone who’s life you are about to take away; who’s body you are about to put in a casket, six feet underground where organisms will feed on their corpse way before expected.
You are not God. You are human; a being full of sin and flaws; not pure. You will not be the one present when your victim faces their judgment day. So why must you be the one to send them there?
All of this for just a few bills or some materialistic thing; or if your in a gang it was just to prove you were down with “the code”, that you could shoot someone in cold blood, cold heartedly, so you can brag to your friends that you know how to use a .45…tell me was it worth it?
But who am I? I’m just looking through the eyes of an angry bystander.
Rape her, wound her, take her womanhood from her; take every breath out of her until her soul disappears into darkness because you have taken the only thing that she was able to have and claim as her own.
You have shamed her, made her feel unclean; created another hateful woman who will never see another man’s touch as loving; only like the one who has scarred her deep.
But what do I know? This is all coming out of the mind of an angry bystander.
You are the cause of hate, division, stereotypes and chaos in this world. What you have done, are doing and are planning to do is what makes the world stop for the time that you take in violating a young child, raping a woman, stealing from an elderly person or taking the life of an innocent. For those few minutes this world stops and mourns for the people whom you have made victims.
I am a victim, you are a victim and our children will become victims if we do nothing but be the angry bystander.
-Butta Love, the provocative verbalist
