Weapons Are Concealed

I'm wearing it under my face
An expression and admission of my disgrace
But i'm sure i'll make it ok
I'll try to give you something better
You with a grin on your face
Me with a bag in it's place
I've put a rope around my neck
Trying to win you respect
Conceal the weapons
Death share everything i have
But i hate the way i conceal the weapons
Blame it on the staring match between the two of us