When the Gun Draws

[Intro: Tom Mauser] Something is wrong in this nation When a child can grab a guns—grab a gun—so easily And shoot a bullet Into the middle of a child's face, as my daughter experienced Something is wrong [Chorus: Mr. Porter] First, the gun draws and you know That something's happening Then darkness falls, and, oh Your heart beats rapidly Be prepared, because War is coming You can't be scared now When the streets is calling you (You, you) [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] Good evening, my name's Mr. Bullet I respond to the index when you pull it The trigger, so make a note, take a vote Quick man, nickname's "Quaker Oats" 'cause Whether domestic violence or coke deals See, I lust to change brain matter to oatmeal And when I kill kids, they say "shame on me" Who the fuck told you to put they names on me? White man made me venom to eliminate 'Specially when I'm in the hood, I never discriminate Just get in 'em, then I renovate Flesh, bone ain't nothin' for me to penetrate And it can happen so swiftly One false move just might shift me If I'm enlodged and your soul's not claimed I will remind that ass when it's about to rain, like [Chorus: Mr. Porter] First, the gun draws and you know That something's happening Then darkness falls, and, oh Your heart beats rapidly Be prepared because War is coming You can't be scared now When the streets is calling you (You, you) [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] Would the new method of murder be arson or firebombs If the cost of a single bullet was more than the firearm? Strange, that is When all exits are final, point blank—range, that is My attitude is cold and callous Killed kings in Tennessee, presidents in Dallas And if the past be known, at last, we know What happened that afternoon on the Grassy Knoll This is what made a widow of Jackie O The government hired Lee Harvey to blast me, though Fatality shot entered from the right temple Was not fired from a six-story window Can it be that it was all so simple But yet remains so painful to rekindle? I come through your city, I'm hot Whether you're jiggy or not, whether you're Biggie or Pac When the gun draws [Chorus: Mr. Porter] First, the gun draws and you know That something's happening Then darkness falls and, oh Your heart beats rapidly Be prepared because War is coming You can't be scared now When the streets is calling you (You, you)