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02-02-2008, 10:35 PM
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| Gunzfactorian Patriot  |  Name this song +4 reps Late night coolin' with my homies Drinkin' Hennessey and cold brew After smokin', stopped in Oakland Got the munchies for some soul food So we stopped to get a bite to eat At the local Bar-B-Q It's just another boring Monday And there's nothing else to do Now as we stepped out of the car I heard someone behind me fighting So I turned to look and find out What's the cause of this excitement The brother was a dopefiend And the other was a dopeman And the dopeman had an AK Said he'll spray and he's not jokin' Well it seems to be the dopefiend Owed the dopeman for his product And he swore if he did not pay He would end up getting shot up Now I could not walk away Cause I got caught up in the scene Wondering, what would happen to this Poor and helpless fiend Well my homie Michael Cooley Said let's go and make our order What's the use in watchin' two men Stand out here and fight for quarters While I walked inside the diner And all the dope fiends waved to me Heard the sound of several gun shots And I ran outside to see... [Chorus - x2] Another gun shot rings (What's going on?) Another siren rings (What's going on?) Another mother cries (What's going on?) Cause another innocent died (What's going on?) All the people in the diner Ran outside to see the big show It was just another party For them to see just who would they know But for me I held concern I wanted to go see the outcome Would the mother see her son tonight Or would she live her life without one? I made it to the streets I Almost cried right on the spot Not only had the fiend died But a small girl had been shot My heart could take no more I felt a small tear roll down my face That was daddy's bullet But she took it in his place [Chorus - x2] Tried to make my way through the crowd So I could go help the baby She could barely speak, but she was spray Mister can you please save me So I screamed out someone help me But I don't think they could hear And if they did, they didn't care Oh how I hated everyone there The baby lie here, dying And I wondered what could I do The cameraman and newspapers had come To get their interviews To them it's just a story And they can't see the tragedy To them it doesn't matter Cause it ain't and wasn't their family I don't think I'll be back Cause it'll never be the same here So I wipe away the tears And leave the scene the way I came here Those people say it's crazy And the poor could have been finer |
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