They can't contribute and they loaded Pull the trigger gun exploded as the mamma noticed Mamma stood still mamma frozen She hoping the gunshot she see
Crying for the gunshot woah Anybody feel your son drop Crying for the gunshot woah Anybody feel your son drop Crying for the gunshot woah Anybody feel your son drop
On this corner he dropped The blood flowing is hot The kids ran through the streets The shots handed Malik The mother saw him and screeched Brother ran for the piece He got away heard the screech Of the tire 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 Corn Bread and Earl This world is heartless Smart kid but the bullet was the sharpest All around his capillaries he cried for the son of Miss Mary Magdalene a tragic scene His path of life it ceased to be She cried
Crying for the gunshot woah Anybody feel your son drop Crying for the gunshot woah Anybody feel your son drop Crying for the gunshot woah Anybody feel your son drop
I heard the mother cry I saw the sister running His niggas up in the street I heard them plotting something The neighbor got the license They bout to start a riot Like when they choke Radio ride and burn it down Who want to light the fire Who want to start the flame Who want to grab a stick Whoop some ass and take some names It's in the anger See its 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 Seems to fall for tragedy instead of loving you and me As we move from war to peace And back again while mother all cry in the streets
Crying for the gunshot woah Anybody feel your son drop Crying for the gunshot woah Anybody feel your son drop Crying for the gunshot woah Anybody feel your son drop
For revolution Stop the shooting Raise the peace sign Hold the seas down We always talking about it I'mma be bout to be about I'm like a mile ride Can't see around it I'm from the foundation From the H town We be the fush nigga From the east ground So put the mack down And put the glock down Tuck your ruben nigga And make it stop now
Crying for the gunshot woah Anybody feel your son drop Crying for the gunshot woah Anybody feel your son drop Crying for the gunshot woah Anybody feel your son drop