Intro: Sniper - SHAD

Yeah so I wrote this poem about

About clever men and our violence

And it starts out with this young boy

That wakes up on a desert floor

And all around him are the sights and the sounds of war

Soon he learned that the whole world was a desert

And in fact the whole world was at war

Everyone frightened to their core

And so he trained and became a sniper

Eventually climbing to the top

To the highest status, highest income brackets

Highly skilled

Quiet skills

I was taught not to love the land

Never trust the land

Live on a higher plane

You’re above the land:

Penthouse suite

Oversee:

Don’t need to understand

That man is dust

Man is of the land

Motherland I never touched

I had to run from it young

Began to see the only safety

Was gun in hand

I didn’t get to plant seeds or feel the sands

They can seize where you stand

I had to leave it, now I fear the ground

That’s where bodies lay

That’s where bones are found

You gotta own the ground

Who controls the ground?

Sniper

From a higher up elevation:

Hire and firing power from a higher education

Higher up the corporate ladder

The higher your social station

Always training your sights

Ready, aim and then strike

Gotta stay on top

Hide your wealth

Hide yourself

High and stealth

See those fighting below

And try to help them but

The land is dirty

Their hands is dirty

And man is dirty

It’s kill or be killed, have mercy

You get told that from school, and

Definitely grow up and you’re in the business world and

They tell you if you wanna be successful

You gotta step on people

You gotta crush people

You gotta destroy people

I was taught you always take the shot when you got it

And pay the costs from your pockets

And take the losses like a boss

And make the profits too

Trust no one

Gross sums and hold guns

And I don’t run

And I don’t miss

And I don’t miss no one

No diss

But I’m focused

Like my scope is

From my crow’s nest

Low-risk

Tie no strings

No close kin

Stay close-lipped

And I leave no prints

And no hints

And no doubt:

When I go out

I goes in then I’m ghost

And they’re ghosts when I

(Gunshots)

A sniper brought up to the height of the stakes

Told only the soul is sacred

And any spot that’s vacant you can take

And above all no place is safe

Unless you’re stationed above all

And stay in that space

Hovering over

I was taught everyone is a soldier

Life is a fight

Keep money and people tight in your holsters

Yo it’s kill or be killed

The land is dirty

Their hands is dirty

And man is dirty

That’s all I ever learned

Have mercy