Man Down, Gun Smoke

Man down, gun smoke
Gun smoke
Gun smoke
Man down, gun smoke
Gun smoke
Gun smoke

Reminiscing bout the city streets
And how they took a hold on me
Had to keep the pole on me
Demons had control of me
Trapped in that six-pointed star
Yea that was sorcery
I done seen so much murder body bags look like groceries
Nowadays they got shot spotters
When they see the shots fire
I was known as Top Shotta
Had a gun before my partners
Had it singing time after time, just like Cyndi Lauper
We use to put drugs in the bushes, when we dodged the coppers
Yea late night trapping at the door with a chopper
Fiends look like Pookie in the corner rolled a dollar
Up in school the next day in class counting dollars
Homie violated beat 'em 'til the man hollered
Coming from nothing we wasn't scared of jail
I was crazy telling enemies i'll see you in hell
Changed directions like a parasail
Now I know i'm doing well
I ain't dead nor in a cell
Got Yashaya's coat tail

Man down, gun smoke
Gun smoke
Gun smoke
Man down, gun smoke
Gun smoke
Gun smoke
Man down, gun smoke
Gun smoke
Gun smoke
Man down, gun smoke
Gun smoke
Gun smoke



Credits
Writer(s): Otis Bush
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