This action all so deadly,
as I move forth my finger.
This deadly trigger goes bang,
as they're left to linger.
Why can't I,
do the things that I say?
Will I become a hypocrite,
one more day?
There was a speck in these eyes,
but look at how big it's grown.
My arms are getting all so tired,
of throwing these heavy stones.
Why do I look, to take my aim,
when I'm also, the one to blame?
All I am is a trigger happy fool,
who makes the exception of the rule.
Why can't I see, my life's in hurt,
fallen on these knees, my face to the dirt.
Let me get my life all together,
before I point it to any other.
Why can't I,
do the things that I say?
Will I become a hypocrite,
one more day?
So many times that I should,
take my own advice.
But I use my deadly weapon,
this killer device.
The turning back of this hypocrisy,
is what I have felt.
The truth that comes straight for me,
hits me below the belt.
7/19/94
