So much is wrong in so little time

I hardly know where to begin to speak my mind

My body weakens, inevitable decay

My mind drains, even to this day

This world isn’t cut out for me

Not entirely what I intended to be

My life seems too short, too short

what I do to me, others would be tried in court

my blade is long, but I don’t cut nor cry

pain is the last of everything I want to suffer by

the end seems near and yet so very far away

I regret my past, and my decisions, and shall till my dying day

I built myself to be a weapon, a tool, or some kind of killer toy

I’ve worked on this objective, since I was a little boy

Yet I can see this world has little use for me

Wanna-be heroes as far as the eye can see

What am i? what shall I do? Who shall I be?

In this land from sea to shining sea?

Justice seems sought, but not found

Justice seems to be in need of a turn around

I am a natural born killer, my instincts are honed

In this world where the innocent suffer and are boned

I’ve raised a flag since my sophomore high school year

A clan built like family, without anything to fear

My life seems too short to just simply stand around

I will rock this world and bring it to the ground

All of you will question, all of you shall know

Victory is my legion, through rain, fog, or snow

So I say this to those children yearning to fight

I say this to my friends, and children of the night

Death is my moral, injustice is my excuse

When you have nothing, what is there to lose?

As I stated before my blade is long and sharp

With this instrument, it shall be my harp

I will sing to the angels, blessed my enemies be

Send them worthy heavens, to their ultimate destiny

I call upon you my brethren; it is time to act at last

For suffering and pain shall all be in the past

Intolerance, injustice, dignifies reality!

In a future without pain, this is a future that shall be

Scars will be healed, sinners blessed and past

And maybe we shall return to what we were at last

I speak to the nation, support me and win

Those of you who supported boondocks saints, we ask again

Will you lend victory to this time in deep recession?

Will you lend your aide to that of an assassin?