And all the kids say, the President’s got one / the cops they got one / my favorite rapper got one / you need to put down that gun / you need to put down that gun / and all the kids say, the President’s got one / my teacher’s got one / my favorite rap star got one / put down that gun / you need to put down that gun / bang, bang, bang /

I done seen them preachers in pulpits / heard rappers with full clips / who pull quick and teach the kids to believe in this bull-ish / the heart of the city beats for these thieves and these culprits / while their leaders run around for their facetious indulgements / it’s a vicious cycle, I just sit through it and observe / like a live Doppler scanning from helicopters / I’m hearing mausbergs, 45s, and 22s / ain’t got no kind of clue—monkey see, monkey do / but monkey what monkey who / I hear you’re quick to brag on pulling triggers, but who’s the one that’s been pulling you / young minded so your lack of experience has up tightened, now you run around the streets like you’re bulletproof / but uh-huh that’s two shots past your spinal column / now you’re dropping, calling on God cuz the sky is falling / so ashes to dust, Earth back to the universe comes in thirds / and you’ll see that Father Time was watching /

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And bang, bang is how it goes / some blasts from an assassin creep to crash through your windows / and all your boys drop or dash as fast as the wind blows / and you’re the only cat to see the last of your kinfolk up in thin smoke / and you say you’re a menace God / a heat seeker sweeping streets, bent on some vengeance God / the kind of cat who’d bring the reaper to a renaissance / until you’re caught up feeding that devil exactly what he wants / now, it’s like 360 degrees / and the future’s predetermined by futures previously / and you can see this story on any TV at 3 / immediately as the media sees it to be / in the same old cycle / repetitive psycho kills his wife and kids and then himself with a rifle / and that’s why I’m holding close to mines, cuz when I go / it’s gon be on both feet, locking this mic like a maestro /

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