Bullet for you
None for me
I took it laying down
I always let it be

The salt of the sea
Like the guilt of my sin
Pushed past my mouth
And forced its way in

You tried and you tried
But could you not see?
Talk of heaven had always been hell
For a blessed heathen like me

Young and beautiful
You claimed me like a prize
And then got fearful
When at last I opened my mouth

Bullet for you
None for me
I am rising up now
I’m my own
I am free.

-Chiseche

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