Gun Kontrol

Enter Nairobi, tuck your chain rock a vest
Dead presidents bunker in your sock, against external threats
You brand criminals, at home they are bread winners
Cock crows, they kiss wifey and kids, cork back and go get dinner
Suit and tie drug dealers dine with chiefs of 5-0
Same bed lies killers, primes and thieves who high-roll
Politicians plot for plots and an extra five
Years on the spot and your thoughts only sought for survival
It was a sabbath, I neglected the Lord that day
Okay I'm cappin', 7 years ducking the house of pray
Instead of words from a cardinal, I chose to wander carnivals
With Shuga the cougar, the carnivore, who lost her prey
Came out the hardware store with the rope in my bag
No hurry to end my life, so my feet I just dragged
The attendant left tentative thoughts inside my head
Feeling endangered, pushed me to be a danger to myself
Walking round thinking nobody got bigger problems
Walking round thinking only the rope can solve 'em
A failed attempt would see parents meet at the ICU
See their son on life machines and maybe vows could be renewed
Before I could catch myself from my thoughts
Turned to one dark downtown alley sandwiched by two blocks
Pungent of piss, broken dreams, tenants huddled in cardboard box
No silver spoon, but even my alloy self could tell that I was lost
Turning back to leave, salutations from a piece
On my dome, cold metal of chrome made a nigga freeze
Then the holder corked it! Don't judge the next scene
Lights, camera, action a few drops on my jeans
And his were rugged, but not for fashion or fun
Jittery movements with needle marks all in his arms
Scar faced, wounds that told tales of recent plays
My heart raced, prayers hit the ceiling on such days
Similar incident, with my homie and his missus
Told us how rusty knife made him ditch her, go missing
Left his rib hurt, we laughed till ribs hurt, called him a bitch
Hard to talk with your mouth full till you in the front seat
He said
I see how you've docked it inside your front pocket
And at the back a wallet, remove them nigga
The print has sold you, your jeans is Judas
I also need them silvers in the other pocket nigga
In this streets I'm God, In these streets I'm the ruler
Even with the longest
You couldn't measure my intelligence without a slug going right through ya
Make you a ghost, to a new host, I pass right through ya
More shook than Japan's magnitude 9, the words ring
Scream and go use them high notes to help angels sing
Two men, with the same complexion and the light of God between us
We looked like an Oreo in a meme
Like a dream, I dived inside the windows to his soul
Peeked through the curtains I saw desperation's home
Probably six babies who switch a cry with a yawn
The Kalahari in his kitchen color matched with dry bones
New vision, Invest in career to scare nigga souls
Enough to leave their soles, and reap when they are sold
The economy is tough even the fucking condom broke
Bills left right, water bills, shit, her water just broke
Inconsequential to the world, Niggas die all the time
And I was one at the wrong place at the wrong time
Far too long I had been stuck in my ways, a selfish trait
Too blessed to realize I was chasing vanity in my rage
These were two men at the end of the fucking line
Took out the phone and dimes, gazed at each other one last time
Fore he snatched them and disappeared into a black hole
Is when we realized we were two black men without gun control

I'm no Gangster, never held a piece in my life
Only eat and drink words, shit and piss flow and rhymes
I'm no Gangster, I just need peace in my life
But touch mines they'll be piecing you up all night, nigga