Don't shoot me

[bravenak]

Don’t shoot me at Walmart
I am just playing a game
Or talking on the phone
I am a man with a name


So, don’t shoot me in the street
On my way from the store
I’m on my way to college
I have my foot in the door


Please don’t shoot me, Mr. Officer
I got my wallet, like you asked
Your fear makes me nervous
As does the impact from your blast


Knock on my door, Mr. Officer
Rather than kick it down
I would open it most gladly
And let you sit down


You have too much fear to have power
Full of the corruption it brings
Bringing the bad moon to rise
Haunted by the specter of old things


If you shoot me Mr.Officer
And end my existence
My soul will cry out for justice
As you pray for forgiveness


But, know this Mr. Officer
That your deeds will be known
Whatever you reap
Will be what you have sown


You are in fear for your life
Well, so am I for mine
You have a weapon in your hands
While in the air i hold mine