pick from the ground a weapon of originality//
with that threat he can crown himself king of his family//
shot to the temples once and knocks the head//
left the symbol on the ground next witness of a man dead//
easy attack stealthy so no one hears//
instantly you are the controller of your enemys fears//
ruler of the block who stand against the man//
found out that it was a dirt clot that just broke in your hand//

weapon-soldering iron