Black Rifle

[Verse 1]

A man came to me, he said he’d save me

He put his hands on me, he called me family

His voice sang to me, he said he gave my name to me

I asked him where he’d been, he said he’d been with my friends

[Pre-Chorus 1]

My hands all in, skin's crawling

I’ve been rambling from the Midwest to New Orleans and I

I’ve met preachers, they say that I’m a thinker

They go deep but my scars go deeper

What goes around comes around they say

But I be prayin' that it just ain’t true

[Chorus]

I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible

I ain’t slept in a week, it’s got me higher than the Eiffel

I been drug dealing, woman stealing

I lost feeling back when we was children and I

What the hell really goin' on?

[Verse 2]

A woman came to me, she said she’d save me

She laid my body at the base of an ash tree

I asked her business, it wasn’t in forgiveness

I heard her say that and felt fire where I laid at

[Pre-Chorus 2]

My hands all in, my skin's crawling

I ran from lawmen all around my city and I

I’ve met thinkers, they say that I’m a dreamer

They think deep but my scars run deeper

What goes around comes around they say

But I be prayin' that it just ain’t true

[Chorus]

I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible

I ain’t slept in a week, it’s got me higher than the Eiffel

I been drug dealing, woman stealing

I lost feeling back when we was children

And I turned on my idols, it was all about survival

I, I killed my darlings, I can’t say that I’m sorry

What the hell’s really goin' on?

What the hell really goin' on?

I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible

Black rifle, my baby and my Bible

I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible

Black rifle, yeah

What goes around comes around they say

But I be prayin' that it just ain’t true

[Bridge]

Tell my brothers, I hope they know I love 'em

Watch my sisters, kiss all my cousins

Tell Clinton, my uncle says he missed him

Tell Reagan, my auntie thinks he’s Satan

Have babies, we don’t know how to raise 'em

Tell Haiti, we don’t know that we’re crazy

Tell my mama, I’m sorry for the drama but

Tell your honor, it's death before dishonor

[Chorus]

Got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible

Black rifle, my baby and my Bible

I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible

Black rifle, yeah