The Gunshot

Lyrics

[Intro: Chip Fu] They cock it, clip it, and they load it Pull the trigger, gun exploded as the mamma noticed Mamma stood still and mamma frozen She hoping the gunshot will see [?] [?] her child she's holding [Hook] Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody [?] son drop, yeah Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody [?] son drop, yeah Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody [?] son drop, yeah Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody [?] son drop, woah well [Verse 1: Kay] On this corner he dropped The blood flowing is hot The kids ran through the streets The shots [?] The mother saw him and screeched Brother ran for the piece He got away, heard the screech Of the tires, at least he caught the license First born he dying Sitting wishing for sirens And wishing he was inside of her This boy's apart of her Seems he was a martyr like Cornbread and Earl This world is heartless Smart kid but the bullet was the sharpest All around his capillaries, he cried for the son of Mary Magdalene, a tragic scene His path in life man, it ceased to be She cried [Hook: Chip Fu] Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody [?] son drop, yeah Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody [?] son drop, yeah Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody [?] son drop, yeah Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody [?] son drop, woah well [Verse 2: Kay] I heard the mother cry I saw the sister running His niggas up in the street I heard they plotting something The neighbor got the license They 'bout to start a riot Like when they choked Radio Rah to burn it down Who want to light the fire? Who want to start the flame? Who want to grab a stick and whoop some ass and take some names? It's in the anger See it's all about the need for change Believing things is lost will never lead to making gains In our community, it's funny how the unity It seems to fall from tragedy, instead of loving you and me As we move from war to peace And back again while mothers all cry in the streets [Hook: Chip Fu] Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody feel your son drop, yeah Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody feel your son drop, yeah Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody feel your son drop, yeah Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody feel your son drop, woah well [Verse 3: Kay] For revolution, stop the shooting Raise the peace sign, hold the C's down We always talk about it, well I'mma be bout to be about I'm like the mile wide, you can't see around it I'm from the foundation, from the H-town He be the Fu-Schnick, from the East Flat ground So put the MAC down, and put the Glock down And tuck your Ruger nigga, let's make it stop now (for the mothers, yeah) [Hook: Chip Fu] Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody [?] son drop, yeah Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody [?] son drop, yeah Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody [?] son drop, yeah Crying for the gunshot, woah Anybody [?] son drop, woah well