| Something is wrong in this nation
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| When a child can grab a guns—grab a gun so easily
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| And shoot a bullet
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| Into the middle of a child’s face, as my daughter experienced
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| Something is wrong
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| First the gun draws and you know that something’s happening
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| Then darkness falls and, oh, your heart beats rapidly
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| Be prepared because war is coming
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| You can’t be scared now, when the streets is calling you
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| Good evening, my name’s Mr. Bullet
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| I respond to the index when you pull it
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| The trigger, so make a note, take a vote
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| Quick man, nickname’s 'Quaker Oats' 'cause
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| Whether domestic violence or coke deals
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| See, I lust to change brain matter to oatmeal
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| And when I kill kids, they say shame on me
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| Who the fuck told you to put they names on me?
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| White man made me venom to eliminate
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| Especially when I’m in the hood, I never discriminate
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| Just get in 'em, then I renovate
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| Flesh, bone, ain’t nothin' for me to penetrate
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| And it can happen so swiftly
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| One false move just might shift me
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| If I’m enlodged and your soul’s not claimed
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| I will remind that ass when it’s about to rain, like
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| First the gun draws and you know that something’s happening
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| Then darkness falls and, oh, your heart beats rapidly
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| Be prepared because war is coming
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| You can’t be scared now, when the streets is calling you
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| Would the new method of murder be arson or firebombs
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| If the cost of a single bullet was more than the firearm?
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| Strange, that is, when all exits are final
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| Point blank; |
| range, that is
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| My attitude is cold and callous
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| Killed kings in Tennessee, presidents in Dallas
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| And if the past be known, at last we know
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| What happened that afternoon on the Grassy Knoll
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| It’s what made a widow of Jackie O
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| The government hired Lee Harvey to blast me, though
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| Fatality shot entered from the right temple
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| Was not fired from a six-story window
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| Can it be that it was all so simple
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| But yet remains so painful to rekindle?
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| I come through your city, I’m hot
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| Whether you’re jiggy or not, whether you’re Biggie or Pac
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| When the gun draws
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| First the gun draws and you know that something’s happening
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| Then darkness falls and, oh, your heart beats rapidly
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| Be prepared because war is coming
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| You can’t be scared now, when the streets is calling you |