What would you Kill for?
4 Da Boys – Strummin’ Through the Minefield of "What Would You Kill For?"
Alright, sons, huddle up by the fire. This is 4 Da Boys, where your old man, Papa, strums this beat-up guitar—badly, like a drunk coyote tryin’ to play “Dixie”—and lays down the raw truth about bein’ a man of Principle. My chords are shaky, but my heart’s iron, and today we’re marchin’ through a darker minefield: we’ve asked “What would you die for?” Now, what would you kill for?
It’s about protectin’ what’s sacred when the wolves come howlin’. We’re talkin’ the woke left’s war on conservatives’ natural rights, thinkin’, and faith—violent attacks from school shooters to bold assassinations. Grab a seat, boys, and let’s carve this up.
Life’s a battlefield, sons, and the woke left’s gone feral, attackin’ the soul of America. They ain’t debatin’ anymore—they’re strikin’ at our rights, our thoughts, our God -- Us. They’re demandin’ we bow to their Perverse Ideology in ALL it’s forms…or else. They pose an existential threat to America’s foundations, even Goodness and Grace, and that’s when returned force becomes our duty. Conservatives are armed, capable of great damage if pushed, but we don’t start it—we end it.
Let’s pick through this, string by string, like I’m tryin’ to play “Will the Circle Be Unbroken” and makin’ a dog howl.
Segment 1: The Pitched Battle – Gamers vs. Reality
Papa’s voice dropped low, the guitar’s riff buildin’ like thunder. The woke’s war came home in a small Midwest town, where a pack of Woke video-gamer radicals—emboldened by online hate—scrambled from their Momma’s basements and stormed a conservative town hall defendin’ rights, thought, and faith. They came armed with bats, knives, and Molotovs, …sniper rifles…, screamin’ “Smash the patriarchy!” thinkin’ their pixels made ‘em warriors. But conservatives—farmers, vets, dads—were ready, armed with rifles and resolve, the line crossed when the gamers torched a church cross.
The battle erupted in the town square, gamers rushin’ like pixels glitched real. One swung a bat at a vet named Jack, but Jack’s shotgun boomed, droppin’ him cold—the gamers’ tough talk crumblin’ in blood. Another brandished his AR, tracers lickin’ the air, but a dad’s Desert Eagle barked, sendin’ him sprawlin’. The woke kids, used to respawnin’ in games, faced reality’s finality—screams turnin’ to gurgles as conservatives held the line, their fire precise, damage great but measured. The gamers came out short, bodies litterin’ the square, their assault on Conservative America, rights and faith shattered.
Papa’s chord rang out, a mocking twang. “They thought pixels were power, sons,” he laughed, dark as a grave. “But real men defend what’s sacred. When the left threatens our thinkin’, our God, finally pushin’ too hard, we push back—harder.”
The battle was Fiction, of course. Perhaps a Projection of what is to come.
Segment 2: The Woke Assault on Natural Rights
Papa leaned against the barn door, guitar in hand, the night air thick with tension. The woke left had crossed lines, their attacks on natural rights—life, liberty, pursuit of happiness—no longer words on paper but bullets in flesh. Made-Up Rights were their Demand: to kill babies, called, “reproductive rights;” so-called “Trans Rights,” as if perverts don’t already have the Natural Right to be broken humans and identify as other than they are; “Indigenous Rights,” and rights for all the others supposedly historically “oppressed” in their faux history of the world, as against “Privileged” ones (that’s normal people to you and me).
School shooters, twisted by their ideology, targeted the innocent, like that trans kid in Nashville who gunned down six at Covenant School in 2023, or the Minneapolis Catholic school massacre in 2025 where Robin Westman killed two children and injured 18, leavin’ vile writings, pictures in His manifesto. These weren’t random; they were assaults on faith and family, the woke’s comfort with violence growin’ bolder.
Papa strummed a gritty chord, the sound like a warning shot. “They call it ‘revolution,’ sons,” he growled, “but it’s war on Truth, Reality, and God. When they shoot up churches and schools to silence us, that’s existential—threatenin’ the very air we breathe free.” The left’s narrative painted conservatives as enemies, their actions a blade at liberty’s throat. Papa’s eyes narrowed. “We don’t kill for sport, boys. But when they come for our lives, our freedom, and that of the Ones we Love, we defend.”
Segment 3: Crushing Thought and Faith
The fire crackled as Papa paced, his guitar twanging like a nerve stretched tight. The woke didn’t stop at rights—they targeted thought and faith, rewritin’ minds to fit their mold. From campus mobs shoutin’ down speakers to online doxxin’ that ruined lives, they crushed dissent. Faith? They mocked it as “hate,” their assassins strikin’ at the heart. The murder of UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson in 2024 was a sign—Luigi Mangione, fueled by lefty rage against “corporate greed,” gunned him down in Manhattan, leavin’ ammo scrawled with “delay, deny, depose”. It wasn’t just business; it was a message to silence opposition, the left’s comfort with assassination growin’, from insurance execs to anyone standin’ firm.
Papa’s chord snapped, a bitter laugh like a bone breakin’. “They want your mind blank, your faith dead, sons,” he said, voice harsh as gravel. “When they dox your preacher or shoot your leader, that’s existential—threatenin’ our connection to the God we serve and the thoughts that make us truly free.”
Conservatives, armed and ready, knew the line: when the left’s war on faith and reason hit institutions like churches and families, force is justified. “We’re capable of damage, boys,” Papa warned, gentle now, “but we hold back till they force our hand.”
Segment 4: The Bold Assassination of Charlie Kirk
Papa sat, the fire dancin’ shadows on his face, guitar restin’ like a loaded rifle. The left’s boldness peaked with the assassination of Charlie Kirk on a couple days ago, at Utah Valley University. Kirk, the overtly Christian conservative, was mid-speech when a sniper’s bullet tore through his neck from the Losee Center roof, 142 yards away. The shooter fled in dark clothes, leavin’ the crowd in chaos, Trump orderin’ flags at half-staff. It wasn’t random—Kirk’s voice for truth, faith, and rights made him a target, though he Never said anything to destroy any person, the left’s violence escalatin’ from school shootings to bold hits on leaders. Was this a continuation of the 2 failed assassination attempts on our President this summer?
Papa strummed a defiant chord, the sound like a war cry. “They killed Kirk ‘cause he spoke what they hate, sons,” he said, tone harsh as a storm, NOT ‘cause Kirk was hateful. Kirk merely fought to save their souls. The Hit? “That’s existential—threatenin’ the philosophy of freedom, the religion that grounds us.” The woke’s assassins, from trans shooters in Nashville and Minneapolis to Mangione’s CEO hit, and the 2 failed attempts on the Presiden’t life when he was a candidate, showed their comfort with murder. Conservatives, armed in homes and hearts, are capable of great damage—millions of guns, trained hands—but they wait for the line. “When they strike our institutions, our faith, that’s when we fight back,” Papa said, affection in his growl. “Not for vengeance, boys—for defense of all that is Righteous.”
Segment 5: The Line for Force
Papa stood, the fire dyin’ to embers, his guitar’s final strum a call to arms. The woke’s attacks—from school shootings to Kirk’s bold hit—were existential, threatenin’ America’s institutions, philosophy, and religion. Conservatives, armed and capable, need to know the time for force: when the left’s violence crosses into annihilation – and to attack upon those we love. “We don’t seek blood, boys,” Papa said, voice gentle with affection, “it’s not about self-protection at all, but we won’t let ‘em take the souls of those we are charged to protect and nurture.”
The Woke gamers’ defeat showed it—reality crushes illusions, and conservatives would protect their way.
He spoke to his sons, tone harsh yet loving. “This is Papa, signin’ off from 4 Da Boys. What would you kill for? Your rights, your thoughts, your faith, the very souls of the ones around you—when the woke threatens it all. Keep your hearts fierce, your hands steady. Strum your stand, boys—defend what’s Right.”
Keep conquerin’, keep lovin’, keep sacrificin’. Be men of truth. See you on the trail.
Music by Rage-Sound