Weapons

( intro ) :

 

" this goes out to street thugs who thrive on weapons and

gun violence to survive,the struggles of the hood,

 

This is dedicated to those who encounter the dangers of harmful objects

they get attached to , life threatening to innocent people "

 

( verse 1 ) :

 

The jungle is another word for life in the hood,

living here is a major struggle, its always up to no good

 

It's the home of gangs, drugs, murders, and street violence

Its the home to felonies, convicts, killers, police watch and At liens

 

as a kid I've been beaten and jacked for my shoes, money, and hoodies

I used to get jumped and robbed for my gold chains, rings, and watches by neighborhood bullies

 

I always stood up for myself I was no punk I would never run,

Men in the hood see dogs as pets, and man's best friend was a gun

even moms stashed one,

 

then a wise man once told me the dangers of a lethal weapon,

thugs used them to kill, pops used them for protection

 

I was bound to stay away of harmful objects moms and pops had kept in

I imagine my hand gripping a smith n Wesson, as pointing it at the bullies as they get to step in

 

but weapons are what injures your life and get you killed,

the OG's kept many concealed

 

my thoughts about people with weapons are cowards, I took a moment of silence

thinking about all the close ones I knew that died from gun violence

 

I even disregarded using the pocket knife my pops once gave me, and using other weapons makes you a wussy

I don't kill, there's other ways to handle shit, I'm no pussy

 

before pops passed he got away from the streets, and was teaching me how to be a man,

Instead of using weapons for safety, I was taught the method to use my bare hand

 

after many days of training, I got to thank my pops and big brothers for showing me self defense,

while getting my ass handed to them, fighting made more sense,

so now I depend on the power of my fist,

 

fighting was a safe way to solve the problem and it sometimes got the job done,

so that's when I threw away my pops gun

 

this method help me realize I can live another day,

a much safer way,

so I use my bare hands to this day

 

bats, knifes, trigger happy niggers,

and pussy ass killers,

 

and those addicted to gun obsession,

beware of the dangers of a weapon

 

 

( chorus/hook ) :

 

( their dangerous stay away from them, don't go out like a wussy

don't use gun violence as protection, don't be a pussy

 

stay away , stay away,

 

and these are my confessions,

I've learned valuable lessons

 

beware...

cause you might encounter the danger of them

so,

4x ( beware of weapons )

 

 

Please hear me out I'm no killer, what so ever

but I can be easily tempted to really hurt a nigger,

and I think your a straight bitch if you take away someone's life by the trigger

 

I fear nothing and no one but God, I'm all man and I don't care who or what I'm facing

I tell these hard cats to give me a time and destination, and I'm not playing

 

I fear the use of weapons, but I'm not scared of people using weapons

 

I rather live and die like a real man, than live or die like a punk,

if you kill a human you'll find yourself behind bars at the bottom bunk

 

I'm tired and stressed from these trouble makers trying to tempt me,

so I show up for the fight alone, unarmed, and empty

they arrived with beef, as tensions grew quickly,

within minutes I was knocking fools out simply

 

shit got real and I was really serious,

and I got real furious

 

as the battle had begun, things got real dirty

rolling in the dirt , all covered up in mud,

my t-shirt was soaking wet with sweat, getting filthy

taking painful hits, experience drops of blood

 

as when I thought my victorious fight was over, dude got slick

by faking to leave, turned my back before knowing it was a trick,

another dude came up from behind me and struck me with a brick

 

Laying down on the concrete defenseless,

as the crowd encouraged me to get up, I got real tenacious

 

 

that's when I decided to walk away, crowd booing them off while cheering for me,

dude was being a sore loser and pulled out a 9 Millie

 

heard a voice yell, not knowing the gun pointed at my back,

then came a loud pop, as I started to see a flash back

 

my headache buzzing as I hear my pops words " be a man "

I'm picturing him grabbing my hand ,

 

I started clinching my fist,

thinking about if my shooter didn't miss

 

then I started picturing my pops gun, then imagining my own birth in my flashbacks,

my heart thumping rampantly, I start hearing monitor beats as I quickly backtracked

 

waking up in an emergency room , nervously shake in

I hear the doc shouting " hurry he is going to make it "

 

my veins started to cringe, my pulse squeezing

getting electric shots to the chest doc yells " he's breathing ",

My eyes barely open while coughing and wheezing

Laying on a bed cautious wondering if I'm dreaming

 

after the scarce results of testing,

I'm made it out alive it's a blessing

me encountering a person with a weapon,

asking the lord for me to live, and this is my confession

 

 

 

 

2x ( chorus/hook ) :

 

( their dangerous stay away from them, don't go out like a wussy,

don't use gun violence as protection, don't be a pussy,

 

stay away, stay away

 

and these are my confessions,

I've learned valuable lessons

 

Beware...

Cause you might encounter the dangers of them

So,

 

4x ( beware of weapons ! ) )

 

 

 

( verse 3 ) :

 

Later I was checked out of the hospital after long harsh weeks of recovery,

confused and frustrated especially after losing my incidents memory

I was fulfilled with anger and revenge had me hungry

 

life then was tough for me being escorted in a wheel chair

too frustrated too take my prescription, my thoughts got me mad of why I couldn't remember

I can't understand my incident just happened last December

 

a dark side of me made me call my partners over so they can help me,

so they can bring me back the punk that did this shit to me

 

I was too mad to talk to moms, as she fixed my breakfast and left for work

I still just cant get my mind over what happened, and I'm deeply hurt

 

later on I was looking at childhood pictures in a bag my moms had kept in

searched through to find a silver smith n Wesson,

Holding it in my hands while think of my pops words and my major lesson

 

a few second later I hear knocking at my door,

quickly hiding the bag with gun in my moms drawer

 

it was my partners returning at the door coming in, and

they brought an unrecognizable man

 

explaining to me that's my shooter, he's tearing up and stated apologizing,

my frustration took over my emotion for him when I told him I dong care about your crying,

as he steadily begs forgiveness while whining

 

begging for mercy repeatedly saying he's sorry, but I felt revenge wasn't done

so I ran to my moms room and opened up the drawer and grabbed the gun

 

pointing the gun in his face I see the sadness in his eyes,

cocked back the weapon I closed mine,

then another I quickly flashed backed and started to realize

 

the memorable words " I'm no killer " , my partners yelling he's not worth it ,don't

loosened my finger off the trigger and I said to myself I wont

 

placed the gun down and told my partners to let him go

then In a nick if time my moms walked in yelling no,

 

hugging me as I started to cry telling me to let it go,

breaking down next my moms called the Po-Po

 

as the cops came, my moms got rid of all weapons including the gun,

I said to myself I'm done, what have I done

 

but I didn't let gun violence control me,

snuggled in my partners arms as my moms started to hold me

 

I did nothing wrong just the right thing, and these are my confessions

All I have to say is fuck weapons

 

 

2x ( chorus/hook ) :

 

( their dangerous stay away from them, don't go out like a wussy

don't use gun violence as protection, don't be a pussy

 

stay away, stay away,

 

these are my confessions,

I've learned valuable lessons,

 

beware...

cause you might encounter the dangers of them,

so...

 

4x ( beware of weapons ) )