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The human race is a chase, the prey is our dreams.

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What these bullets want from a trigga

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What these bullets want from a trigga?

....Break them off some...

...What these bullets want from a trigga?

Bust yo’ guuuunnns.... aye yo!!

So you gonna shoot guns at me?

It’s only been 150 years, but you mad we free?

Ya’ll clinging to the wrong history

Why you in the suburbs and stay strap is a mystery 

Worried about the 2nd Amendment

But still discriminate based on pigment 

Associations lobby and profit from donations and fees

Cops can’t wait to harass and shoot at me

Jokers going postal with sawed offs

We have the right to bear arms but at what cost?

Daddy’s got a gun locked away in a safe

Three am they break in and take momma’s cake

You can’t scrap so you stay strapped

Why you pretend to live in fear Charlie, you ain’t black!

With your CCL/CCW you can’t wait to pop off

And squeeze off 18 shots like a round of golf

Bragging about your guns and which is bigger

Must be compensating for something most figga

What these bullets want from a trigga?

What these bullets want from a trigga?

What they really want from a trigga!!

 

There’s a Bretta, Smith & Wesson, the Joint on my dresser, Mossberg, the stresser, a Remington, a 45, 22, and 36, stacked and strapped, Gotta dig those measurements, the uzi, Deringer, revolver, and Glock... oh I got that from a pawn shop, AR-15, the street sweeper, my heater, 38 Special, the burner, a biscuit, the cannon, and chopper, the gat, the gauge, a drum, my hammer, a popper, the Mack, a hat, the AK, my heat, my piece, the snub, that musket has a quick release in the streets when I bust it, a toaster, the tech, and my stainless, you was nobody while breathing, but now I’ll make you famous....

 

What these bullets want from a trigga?

Bust yo’ guuuunnns.... 

What these bullets want from a trigga?

I got smoke and gun powder I know you want it

What they really want from a trigga!!

Aye yo!!!!

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LP45 says:

Strapped to the hilt! Excellent flow and imagery nosajm. Thank you for sharing this.

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WarriorCarryingWater says:

Thanks Ladypoet45!

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