Verse One:
Well I'm on the road again, and I'm missing home So tired but I can't knock these beats and poems It's fucking dark out but I can't see the stars All I see is streetlights, and fancy cars I came up from fucking nothin' Got the world at my back now dawg, no more sufferin' Just getting blunted and stunted on these hoes Rocking fresh shit, no need to steal clothes Million dollar dreams now we livin' those Now we drive in Benz convoys to the shows, fancy that These dudes will dress in black when they grab they gats And same to the homies funeral, vest and caps But still this fucking life is trippin' me The people round me actin' differently Tryin' to be my friend but you weren't missing me When I was dead broke starvin' in this misery
Chorus:
Just another child with a….A GUN, A GUN, A GUN Just another child with a….A GUN, A GUN, A GUN Just another child with a….A GUN, A GUN, A GUN Just another child with a….A GUN, A GUN, A GUN
Verse Two:
Lookin' up at the stars, am I the only one? Without a father, that's why I always run Away from the pistols man No I'm the fisher man Head to the river, grab some food just to feed the fam Can't go home 'til I got four fish or more Need enough for everyone, eat it all raw So sometimes I stay at the river 'til the night falls Stay under moonlight, like tonight Hear the bugs in flight, but make sure they don't bite They filled with diseases, so I bring the fire light And move swiftly, so they can't get me Tryin' to get home fast so I move quickly Wait I heard a gunshot, now I'm fuckin shifty Felt a hand on my back said "you're coming with me"
Verse Three:
I woke up, like where the fuck am I? Dark sky, I think I really died Or am I in a dream? I wonder why There's other boys sleeping on the side With blood on their clothes Look down, I see the blood on my own See a shadow walking close A man with a rope, and a can and a smoke Creeping real quiet over beds that be broke He said, boy get the fuck up Your parents got killed last night, all you've got is us now Stand up child, and walk with me If you take this gun, I'll teach you quickly How to shoot, and how to get revenge see This world was made for men, like you and me And here we've got everything that you need Pussy, food, cigarettes and weed Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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