Gun Kid - ESTERE

Growin' up a gun kid, child of the trigger

Bullets get smaller as I become bigger

Slip them in my pencil case and run in through the school gate

I demonstrate a figure-eight to my other classmates

Big bang, that’s me aiming at a man

With seventeen years, I’m a sniper in demand

No brow sweat (hah) or hollow tears wept

I got a state silver medal for the quotas that I met

Ooo, child, grow up towards the soft sunlight

Unfold your beauty, spread your arms, and slowly take to flight

Ooo, child, find the shoes that fit upon your feet

Walk in them proudly, bare your soul, and never face defeat

Displaced, without a home base

My people shifted like cattle but in our cages we rattle with no hope

We have wrists tied with rope

And I keep that in mind when I’m on the front line

And soon I see him, he’s about 22

Broad shoulder, enemy soldier standing in my scope view

And as I push to break that precious breath he holds

My eyes close

And on the trigger my finger folds

Ooo, child, grow up towards the soft sunlight

Unfold your beauty, spread your arms, and slowly take to flight

Ooo, child, find the shoes that fit upon your feet

Walk in them proudly, bare your soul, and never face defeat

Every person my bullet meets is another mother’s baby

Ripped from her breast, life taken by death

So if the war that we fight invites death over life

You’d better guard your front door

What d’you think I got my gun for?