Gunshot
Nother gunshot down range
Crazy motherfucker with a blown out brain
Shot 20 times ya 12 with no aim
Another life we have with no chance to change
Now we gotta crew on the pavement cleaning stains
People tote guns claim they love to bang
Everytime another shot rang
Demons on earth start to sang
You can call me lane
I've been on my game
I don't want the pain
Whys another black kid gotta get slain
Falsely accused they used to get hanged
Have you even noticed you ain't heard my name
Just want a voice I don't want fame
How we gonna make it different not same
See ion mean to swerve I forgot my lane
Imma White kid where the family had to hide all guns in the house
5150 yeah you know whats it bout
Never got to chance put a gun in my mouth
Paranoid schizophrenic insomnia bipolar disorder
And little OCD
How many lil pills I popped into me
Lost count when my kidneys started to bleed
I don't really care if you ever hear me sing
I'm living life im living a dream
Finally feels good to not be a fiend
Far from perfect im tryina liva clean
God given right this my freedom of speech
Crazy motherfucker with a blown out brain
Shot 20 times ya 12 with no aim
Another life we have with no chance to change
Now we gotta crew on the pavement cleaning stains
People tote guns claim they love to bang
Everytime another shot rang
Demons on earth start to sang
You can call me lane
I've been on my game
I don't want the pain
Whys another black kid gotta get slain
Falsely accused they used to get hanged
Have you even noticed you ain't heard my name
Just want a voice I don't want fame
How we gonna make it different not same
See ion mean to swerve I forgot my lane
Imma White kid where the family had to hide all guns in the house
5150 yeah you know whats it bout
Never got to chance put a gun in my mouth
Paranoid schizophrenic insomnia bipolar disorder
And little OCD
How many lil pills I popped into me
Lost count when my kidneys started to bleed
I don't really care if you ever hear me sing
I'm living life im living a dream
Finally feels good to not be a fiend
Far from perfect im tryina liva clean
God given right this my freedom of speech
Credits
Writer(s): Creede Wylie
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