You meet a man who's suffering, it affects you minutely
Imagine living in a city where everyone has lost everything
Imagine a man slumped over his steering wheel
Brains falling out of his mouth
Muscles protruding from his bullet wounds, like even they wanted out
To us thats not offensive
The sight of blood doesn't make anyone of us apprehensive
'cause where I'm from, you talk to much, we cut your throat apart
Is that distasteful there
Or is it edgy art?
Last i checked, you ain't got scars in your skin that prove that you've been whеre i've been
So next timе you stick your hand out, understand that the last man that did
I blew his fucking hand off
Thats not a metaphor
And thats not self expression
Thats a man in flint, Michigan being taught a fucking lesson
And he's probably watching me right now with a hole in his shit
These are real people, places, things
I don't expect you to understand it
God's kept me here this long, I can't help but feel protected
So either you're supposed to hear my songs or I'm serving a sentence
All I got is my gun, and my knife
And a hundred motherfuckers that will take your fucking life
At the drop a dime as soon, as I give the word
I'm a shooter with shooters that have weapons with names you've never heard
And I'm not endorsing violence
All I'm saying is you'll meet god if you try us
This pack of wolves is a family
And theres no place we won't take it
You call that insanity, but were just trying to make it
And I'm just telling the story
And you can shoot the messenger
Just know he shoots back
And I don't die when I'm shot
More than once I've proven that
And you can't beat us, so just join us, or just leave us alone
Or you'll come up missing, and they'll have to hear about you in my poems
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