Nicolay and Kay - The Gunshot | Текст песни

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• Nicolay and Kay
• The Gunshot

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