Seven Pounds...

He stood there starin` at what he`d just done
No longer feelin` like it was all against one
In a mist of blood, smoke & ash, the aftermath
Replayed his memories, seein` a flash of the past
He laughed tryna grasp the full effect of victory
Over a world that always seemed like it wasn`t listening
Skipped a beat, heart pacin`, he began to walk, racin`
Toward where? He didn`t know, as he stared in amazement
Had he known a month ago he would be capable of this
The plan was flawless, he thought as he escaped without a risk
Of bein` caught, slowin` down as he began to realize
That nobody would catch him because nobody survived
Slowin` his jog to a walk, he looked behind him and smiled
Maybe this was his destiny that`s been engraved since a child
A slave to denial, never sided with thoughts of impossible
His only enemy was himself and that wasn`t an obstacle
He couldn`t tackle, leanin` down starin` closely at his shadow
Made the step from "boy" to "man", this made him an adult
Breakin` free of the burdens that often paved him in shackles
Holdin` in his firm grip somethin` that made "them" all cattle
But he was far from a shepard, more like a wolf on the hunt
Feelin` the pride growin` inside just from lookin` at such
A disaster, just to know he held other`s life at his will
Proud that he didn`t hesitate when it was time for the kill
Knowin` he murdered sons, fathers, even mothers and daughters
Still not as much of an honor as becomin` a martyr
Bothered by the thought of it not bein` certain or fate
He walked away thinkin`, "the 72 virgins can wait"
For now there was a greater good that he could strive for
The Jihad, and he was willin` to spend his life at war
"A terrorist" standin` with the pride of a "hero" around him
Born 23 years ago, some where, seven pounds, zero ounces