| You ain’t taking my guns
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| You ain’t taking my rides
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| And if you think you’re gonna tread on me son
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| You gonna get a fight
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| I’ve been here too long
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| Watch it all go down
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| I’m only telling you once
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| You ain’t taking my guns
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| Crooked politicians up in DC
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| Whose ultimate goal is to control you and me
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| All we got at the end of the day is each other
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| But we too worried about each other’s color
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| Puppets on a string while they do their thing
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| Chem trails in the skies behind plane wings
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| Prescription pain pills filling the streets
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| Leaving talented folks with empty dreams
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| It’s a mess and I ain’t really sure where it’s headed
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| But I ain’t scared because I stay ready
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| And it don’t matter if you’re left or right
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| 'Cause there’s a lot of greed on both side, cuz
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| Some of you are saying you got a favorite
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| But you elect 'em and then you get played with
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| They all the same it’s a big old game
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| And they can keep everything, but…
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| You ain’t taking my guns
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| You ain’t taking my rides
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| And if you think you’re gonna tread on me son
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| You gonna get a fight
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| I’ve been here too long
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| Watch it all go down
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| I’m only telling you once
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| You ain’t taking my guns
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| But now these times we living in they challenging to put it lightly
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| And if you don’t see this world unraveling care to enlighten me?
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| A bit about your thought process and what you witnessing
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| It’s getting to the point it’s running ravage, it’s a sickness
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| Men and women risk their lives every day putting on their uniform
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| But half the country act like they don’t exist, like a unicorn
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| I don’t see how they do it but God bless 'em
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| I say a prayer for 'em hoping that they burden is lessened
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| Protect them folks that burn the same that’s stitched up on their shoulder
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| Thought the word was pretty cold but now it seems to be getting colder
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| Hold up, am I the only that’s thinking something wrong with this
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| They on a separate missions and nobody wants to listen
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| Everything is so offensive all these folks they get they feelings hurt
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| Everybody got excuses talking about they feeling cursed
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| All this whining and complaining, I don’t really know what for
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| But I got that Browning A5 staring out my front door come on
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| You ain’t taking my guns
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| You ain’t taking my rides
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| And if you think you’re gonna tread on me son
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| You gonna get a fight
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| I’ve been here too long
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| Watch it all go down
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| I’m only telling you once
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| You ain’t taking my guns
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| Baptize us in the blood of the innocent and it’s imminent
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| Supreme Court extending our sentences, forget the minimum
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| Fighting foreign battles, our only option is militant
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| Yet we forget about the world we’re currently living in
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| They turn us on each other, we murdering for the benefit
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| They hide us from the truth, when we call 'em on it they censor it
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| We all are immigrants yet we point our fingers
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| See prescriptions for addiction, it’s funny we’re still addicted
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| I said it’s sickening, the people we love the most are the victims here
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| Protected by amendments that are slowly starting to disappear
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| They say to speak your mind, we murder for opinion
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| They never pull the trigger, I’m guessing that’s for appealing
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| I’ll make it simple, this my house and these my children in it
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| Don’t care if you like it I’ll do anything to defend it
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| And you could try to intervene or you could try to stop me
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| And you could take my gun over my dead body
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| You ain’t taking my guns
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| You ain’t taking my rides
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| And if you think you’re gonna tread on me son
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| You gonna get a fight
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| I’ve been here too long
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| Watch it all go down
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| I’m only telling you once
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| You ain’t taking my guns |