Listen
AK automatic, bullets in the attic
Strappin' like a Seal, but you fuckin' live in Dallas
We don't understand it, no one's diplomatic
America the show, flip the channel for the action
Psycho with the tool, we just treat him like a fraction
Na put him in a jacket, burn his body to the ashes
Film the fire while it happen, post it up without a caption
Got the super soaker legal, but the tree from mi amigo
Buy the ammo and the pistol, shot the clerk and all his people
Yeah, smoke a joint, they lock me up
Drink some liquor, get a buzz
Wake up with the felon thugs
Fuck the system, what the fuck!
Kids be killin' kids, you ain't care until that kid is yours
White folk talk about it, nothing changes, like revolvin' doors
Maybe fuck a law, written way back by them dinosaurs
Hold up, let me paint a situation
Tracy feelin' good, first day back from the vacation
Wake up kinda late, chase the bus down from the station
See his boys up in the class, dab 'em up like NBA shit
Sit up in the back, catchin' up with conversation
And the teacher gettin' mad, "listen up boys, pay attention"
Sarah lookin' fine, got 'em feelin' the sensation
But the bell rings and it's time, skippin' class at the location
Roll up gettin' high, pass the blunt in the rotation
Tracy terrified, cause he riskin' graduation
So he runnin' back to class, right on time that na made it
Now he sittin' satisfiesd, think how his momma said it
"Don't you fuck it up again, do it for me, graduate it"
Suddenly his body numb and the room begin to panic
Fuckin' Tommy in the back started sprayin' automatic
20 dead in class, on TV they call it tragic
Look around my na, word you lookin' for is "habit"
Damn, all you rappas sound the same
Lil this & lil that, same na different name
Guy fell into the game, now he bouta spark a flame
Yeah they let me out the chain, take a look what I became
Back in 93' fuckin' Tupac said it best
Keep ya head up, never let up, keep ya head up out your chest
Now our children go to school with a pencil and a vest
And these rappas buy a tool just to flex it and impress
Fuck it (yeah)
Are the families coming back?
Fuck it (whoa)
Ain't no warning if you black
Fuck it (whoa)
Ain't no thinkin', just attack
Fuck it (yeah)
Gambi laid on a track
It's a cycle, people die, clean the mess and then forget
Got an AK-47, desert eagle, and a tech
Got an AR, got a pump, and a pistol on your bed
Huh yeah
"That's why I don't think it's a good idea, to carry a gun in the glove compartment
Cause chances are, if it's there, sooner or later, you're gonna use it
Course then again what are you gonna do if someone cuts you off on the freeway. Just let them go?
You pretty much have to shoot them, you know"
Ey, ain't no better way to do it
If he lookin' at you wrong, then I guess you gotta shot him
That's the typa shit that lockin' children in a cell
17 years old with no guidance in the jail
Drop it like it's hot up in the shower like Pharrell
Now some na feel your body like Ms. Keller did with Brail
Lock him up confused like a killer sent from hell
Then release him when they drained him of his innocence and his will
Shit, but that's just another problem
Lockin' up the kids with no families or fathers
So they tryna strap a tool, find acceptance in a color
Just a bunch of little jits playin' with the super soakers
Different city, different playground, but they all got super soakers
Just a bunch of little jits playin' with the super soakers
Different city, different playground, but they all got super soakers
Different city, different playground, but they all got super soakers
Different city, different playground, but they all got super soakers
"They had their entire lives ahead of them. Birthdays. Graduations
Weddings. Kids of their own. Among the fallen were also teachers
Men and women who devoted their lives to helping our children fulfill their dreams
So our hearts are broken today"