One Gun

Lyrics
[Produced by Paris] [Intro] "It's the fighting and development, and it threatens everyone who lives here. Some call it ethnic terrorism, and there's plenty of hatred to go around. African-Americans that hate Latinos, Latinos that hate African-Americans. In the past four years, an eleven percent spike in violence that crosses racial lines." [Verse 1: Paris] Original man, original family Black-Brown unity, simple to understand Ain't no us in them Just us, 'cause just us trust us to bust the Klans and Minutemen We the same thang That's why the media is givin' us the same names Convicts strikin' Assata, the same game Settin' up the same circumstances in the barrio and in the hood 'til we gangbang Blame Spain, San Fran, San Diego, San Houston Hampshire, New York, it's all the slave trade Made rage, against us, we gotta defend us In defense of the lineage in us That keep us divided Peep us fightin' one another and keep it alive with Propaganda, paid informants, and people aligned with Public school systems knowin' we the same person But we a threat, so they secretly hide it [Chorus: T-K.A.S.H. and Paris] One gun, one slug, one blood Regardless of where we might come from Represent the same, represent the peace So tell me why the pain? So tell me why the beef, what? One gun, one slug, one blood Regardless of where we might come from Represent the same, represent the peace So tell me why the pain? So tell me why the beef? One [Verse 2: Paris] Thirteen, fourteen, Crip, Blood, Latin King, Vice Lord, M.A Nah I mean, comprende? Temples of Aztlan, pyramids up in Egypt But we just see us for what the TV shove Back to blackfaces, about the Brown race We fight over a hate made up to douse flames The fire over gentrification, colonization To savin' abuela, auntia, uncle and tia Seein' is believin', you wanna talk about a reason Squabbin' in the seventh grade with the ese's, that's why them ese But like they say, we ain't shit We can't get past it if we don't even see it in the first place The worst case is a race war Only finna benefittin' the mothafuckers who birth race War would end in war with men Who make war with skin and not towards your kin, one [Chorus: T-K.A.S.H. and Paris] One gun, one slug, one blood Regardless of where we might come from Represent the same, represent the peace So tell me why the pain? So tell me why the beef, what? One gun, one slug, one blood Regardless of where we might come from Represent the same, represent the peace So tell me why the pain? So tell me why the beef? One [Verse 3: Paris] Way before the Mayflower, we came before Columbus And Columbus came, makin' what was happenin' hard Never laughed at the Cubanos for singin' the Babalu 'Cause I know that they was honoring the African God All the Aztec pyramids, mirror this, intricate Infinite civil bliss syndicate which has been Twisted inside out, so we ride out On our own kind, but it's too late before we find out Damn, another Black and Brown race war Death aside, race really ain't in case for Another underhanded trick to enslave more Spain-like Moors by Spain's white lords One love to the revolutionary Latin bloodline Lineage trapped, beside the Latin thug type If you kill for my family, I'ma kill for y'all So save the bullet for the people steady buildin' walls One gun [Chorus: T-K.A.S.H. + samples] One gun, one slug, one blood Regardless of where we might come from "We have a lot of conflict with Blacks and Latinos, so we bring the Blacks and Latinos together" One gun, one slug, one blood Regardless of where we might come from "I don't think it's fair that the two races that are brought down the most, are fighting against each other" One gun, one slug, one blood Regardless of where we might come from "Those guys that made gang members, too. I know pretty sure inside they wanna change just like me" One gun, one slug, one blood Regardless of where we might come from "We don't need to have violence in between the Brown and the Black, we need to stick together" [Outro] "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh"
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Credits
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- Paris (Rap)