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Talk It Out
Not a threat, just drop the fuckin' gun now
Yet you'd rather let the weapon
Do the talking for your dumb mouth
Why're you fuckers wildin' so violent?
What kinda mother allows this kind of
Life? Shit, you insist on livin' the crime life?
A'ight, fine; but once you start reflecting
On your decisions in hindsight and regret it?
It's difficult to look yourself in the mirror
I don't empathise with 25 or life in prison,
Don't you dare claim to be a man of Jesus
When your bullshit's fallin' on deaf ears,
They've witnessed the demon in the flesh,
Reapin' the casualties of the innocent
Victims, bystanders, mindin' they business
'Til some bullets hit 'em, emergency
Vacate the premises, a fuckin' lunatic
Armed with a 12-gauge pump, rampage
Ensues; on hot pursuit, it's a murder scene
Caution, everybody bolted through security
Only a few remained to ever recall the story

© Shin Shady
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