The Gunshot

They cock it, clip it, and they load it
Pull the trigger, gun exploded as the mamma noticed
Mamma stood still and mamma frozen
She hoping the gunshot will see
her child she’s holding
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody son drop, yeah
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody son drop, yeah
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody son drop, yeah
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody son drop, woah well
On this corner he dropped
The blood flowing is hot
The kids ran through the streets
The shots
The mother saw him and screeched
Brother ran for the piece
He got away, heard the screech
Of the tires, at least he caught the license
First born he dying
Sitting wishing for sirens
And wishing he was inside of her
This boy’s apart of her
Seems he was a martyr like
Cornbread and Earl
This world is heartless
Smart kid but the bullet was the sharpest
All around his capillaries, he cried for the son of
Mary Magdalene, a tragic scene
His path in life man, it ceased to be
She cried
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody son drop, yeah
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody son drop, yeah
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody son drop, yeah
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody son drop, woah well
I heard the mother cry
I saw the sister running
His niggas up in the street
I heard they plotting something
The neighbor got the license
They 'bout to start a riot
Like when they choked
Radio Rah to burn it down
Who want to light the fire?
Who want to start the flame?
Who want to grab a stick and whoop some ass and take some names?
It’s in the anger
See it’s all about the need for change
Believing things is lost will never lead to making gains
In our community, it’s funny how the unity
It seems to fall from tragedy, instead of loving you and me
As we move from war to peace
And back again while mothers all cry in the streets
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody feel your son drop, yeah
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody feel your son drop, yeah
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody feel your son drop, yeah
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody feel your son drop, woah well
For revolution, stop the shooting
Raise the peace sign, hold the C’s down
We always talk about it, well I’mma be bout to be about
I’m like the mile wide, you can’t see around it
I’m from the foundation, from the H-town
He be the Fu-Schnick, from the East Flat ground
So put the MAC down, and put the Glock down
And tuck your Ruger nigga, let’s make it stop now
(for the mothers, yeah)
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody son drop, yeah
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody son drop, yeah
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody son drop, yeah
Crying for the gunshot, woah
Anybody son drop, woah well