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The Gun (Prod. By DJ DAY B)
by 2thelegacy
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My Momma didn't see the harm, my Dad was over the top
He told me darker skin looks just like a gun to a cop
If they stop me, I could drop and all I'd hear is a pop
And they would blame it all on me or even all on hip hop
The hypocrisy of all of it could rise to the top
But when we have our day in court it's sad the lawyers could flop
It's sad the the jury could be hung, just like a janitors mop
It's sad there could be video and folks would claim it was cropped
Or been chopped
Or claim somebody had to use Photoshop
And say what would have done if our positions were swapped
It was ob-viously a scene my father could glean
So weren't no guns in my house but when I turned 18
An alarm to bear arms just sounded off in my head
My Dad wouldn't change his mind, and he ain't care if I pled
Or what I read
It was dead
He pays the bills so I was chill, I asked my Momma instead
I figured she would hear me out, but she still saw me as her baby
So I left it at that
And then for college I packed
I had my bag on my back
But as I put on my hat
My dad stopped me at the door so he could spit a few facts
First son nobody got ya back like I do
But now you all grown up and what you do is on you
You a man you ain't no baby
Furthermore, I implore you be sure to wrap it unless you wanna have a baby
Cause that responsibility adds a major to your degree
Because having a mouth to feed in addition to books to read
He continued, but I agreed
I conceded cause I can see
I don't need to make no (Baby, Baby, Baby)
And I disclosed I'm predisposed with the fact that black babies
Don't do anything to earn this treatment like they have rabies
They get from law enforcement who deny em they habeas
Corpus, Corpses, court-less, courses
Don't convey that If you black police might crease you like forces.
Might as well tie you to the back of their horses
When they ditch the uniforms for their hoods and their torches
Some watch on TV others watch from their porches
Don't be mad at this report be mad at who don't report this
If judges in bed with cops
Then tell me when the divorce is
It's looking worse kids
So I'm praying for the (Baby, Baby, Baby)
And when each prayer is over, I hold my family closer
Gotta protect the (Baby, Baby, Baby)
So when I'm in the streets, I keep a piece at the least because police are killin' (Baby, Baby, Baby)
And Until that change, I'll have the kids at the range, because we gotta teach the (Baby, Baby, Baby)
You can't put yo guns down until you safe all around. Right now we not
My Momma didn't see the harm, my Dad was over the top
He told me darker skin looks just like a gun to a cop
If they stop me, I could drop and all I'd hear is a pop
And they would blame it all on me or even all on hip hop
The hypocrisy of all of it could rise to the top
But when we have our day in court it's sad the lawyers could flop
It's sad the the jury could be hung, just like a janitors mop
It's sad there could be video and folks would claim it was cropped
Or been chopped
Or claim somebody had to use Photoshop
And say what would have done if our positions were swapped
It was ob-viously a scene my father could glean
So weren't no guns in my house but when I turned 18
An alarm to bear arms just sounded off in my head
My Dad wouldn't change his mind, and he ain't care if I pled
Or what I read
It was dead
He pays the bills so I was chill, I asked my Momma instead
I figured she would hear me out, but she still saw me as her baby
So I left it at that
And then for college I packed
I had my bag on my back
But as I put on my hat
My dad stopped me at the door so he could spit a few facts
First son nobody got ya back like I do
But now you all grown up and what you do is on you
You a man you ain't no baby
Furthermore, I implore you be sure to wrap it unless you wanna have a baby
Cause that responsibility adds a major to your degree
Because having a mouth to feed in addition to books to read
He continued, but I agreed
I conceded cause I can see
I don't need to make no (Baby, Baby, Baby)
And I disclosed I'm predisposed with the fact that black babies
Don't do anything to earn this treatment like they have rabies
They get from law enforcement who deny em they habeas
Corpus, Corpses, court-less, courses
Don't convey that If you black police might crease you like forces.
Might as well tie you to the back of their horses
When they ditch the uniforms for their hoods and their torches
Some watch on TV others watch from their porches
Don't be mad at this report be mad at who don't report this
If judges in bed with cops
Then tell me when the divorce is
It's looking worse kids
So I'm praying for the (Baby, Baby, Baby)
And when each prayer is over, I hold my family closer
Gotta protect the (Baby, Baby, Baby)
So when I'm in the streets, I keep a piece at the least because police are killin' (Baby, Baby, Baby)
And Until that change, I'll have the kids at the range, because we gotta teach the (Baby, Baby, Baby)
You can't put yo guns down until you safe all around. Right now we not
