gun

Ay I’mAy I’m a young gun

It’s fast one

 

I

 

I be feeling like the last one

 

 

 

 

Hey imma flip this

Pulled a .44

From my wish list

If I had to cross a brother out

I would slit wrists

Couldve done without

The little bout

I might win this

Could’ve Put the haters out

Of their business

 

 

A misplaced hero psyche

I be putting in the work like I’m signed by Nike

Impossible is nothing

Well then why Am i trying

Skulking in the sewers with a smile call me mikey

 

The Plaintive proposes

The very notion of a simple motion

Could unfold into the cold unknown

The very depths of the catacombs

But hold your phone

 

If the deaths of the gone

Could be prone to Long

Exacerbation

What would be the cause of the lone assasinations

The fabrications

 

 

 

 

 

 

If the wrong belonged

To the gone for long

Would he miss it?

 

 

 

Like an officer

Without badge

I’ve been robbed and hurt

With no power to serve but I keep hunting

Her

I keep thinking like well if it all could work

, when in this life have we not gotten hurt

 

 

 

 

The you call your home

be the pit Lazarus would be proud to own

 

 

 

 

I’ve been instigated,

Emancipated,

agitated,

 

 

 

 

 

 

But I’m not asking you to do what’s right

I’m asking you to pick your fights

Because the last time that you had rights

It became the last time that you saw ur might

 

 

 

Been out of line

Our mind

Out of sight

Can’t remind me of the times I’ve been