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Bullets-19

 

Bullets-19

(альбом: 777: The Resurrection - 2020)


Our children shouldn't have to run from bullets

Ain't no way that I would let a viral threat make me forget
That in which I suspect is the reason that I can check
All media outlets, see the globe in a panic
I wonder how we under but never go over standing
A day before Corona hit, I read an article that read
200 shootings in Chicago predicted for tomorrow
But what I didn't see was politicians all over the screen
Talking 'bout a vaccine, that stops kids from getting hit with them hollow
But are bodies in Baltimore less important 'cause they poor?
They don't call for an uproar?
It's not an emergency when your board could count more
People that die from guns without going off to war
If we added up the numbers from ghettos across America
There's more deaths than the virus, and where is all the hysteria?
Niggas is social distancing, we playing our part
But when it's over, I hope my kids can go play in the park
You know why? You know why?
Tell 'em

Our children shouldn't have to run from bullets (nah nah)
Our children shouldn't have to run from bullets (yeah man)

They've seen too many mamas cry on the south side
So many nanas lose their grandsons to handguns
I know we get a forced pride from saying "We outside"
But from the speed of a bullet, homie, you can't run
Just imagine it we don't get a grip on the establishment
Your kid will never get to be a graduate
Someone put a gun to your son' head and splattered it
You up in the hospital asking doctors "How bad is it?!"
That was the incentive of using this poetry as a power
It's preventive, shout me out in your mentions
I ain't tryna get deep I just got with other dimensions
Music is the cure, mind's pure as my intention
These rappers use it as a damn gimmick
Us killing each other is worse than the pandemic
Some hurt you just can't mimic
My condolences go to everybody that lost one
So while you loading that gun listen to my song son

Our children shouldn't have to run from bullets (no way no way)
Our children shouldn't have to run from bullets (nah gotta change man for real)
We gotta change

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