In the words of EPIK

I am a weapon…for a cause…hand crafted by hands of sophistication, calloused with charisma and creativity.

Marked by the souls of revolutionaries who saw it fit to eliminate injustice.

Manufactured in between uprising road and tactician street as they merge into informed decisions.

Precision isn’t my goal or code but the core of my existence.

I am patient in the face of scrutiny, driven in the eyes of mind, and lost to the restraints of time.

Prescribed ignorance sparks my indignation down to the chamber of my being so I release shots of dignity into the hearts of the downtrodden.

I am a weapon…for a cause, so use me.