Grime

Grime - Guns lyrics

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[Clip from "Full Metal Jacket"]

This is my rifle. There are many like it but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my rifle and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of our enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.

[Grime]

Could you value the life of a man?

If you possessed a man's life in your hands?

Feels like God to strike on a man.

Flex the index and end you like blam!

Obsessive adrenaline rush.

It's addictive like meth and ??? plus.

Cold sweats. No evidence left.

Better than sex when projectiles bust.

Five hundred thousand lives a year world wide.

Murder, war, crime, revolution, genocide.

Nobody cares who's wrong who's right.

Guns decide who lives and who dies!

The arms trade. They call it foreign aid.

They buy off guns and everybody gets paid.

'Cause guns win wars, and wars win countries.

Everyone got guns but kids is hungry!

[Chorus]

Everybody got guns!

Police got guns.

The streets got guns.

New York got guns.

L.A. got guns.

Rich people got guns.

Poor people got guns.

Even kids got guns.

Everybody got guns!

Your friend's got guns.

Your man's got guns.

Good people got guns.

Bad people got guns.

America's got guns.

Al Qaeda's got guns.

Even crime got guns.

Everybody got guns!

[Grime]

Where the blood diamonds are loose change.

Guns put you at the top of the food chain.

Russian made.

Bought from Ukraine.

Sold to bin Laden, Saddam Hussein.

AKs, RPGs, big business.

More civil wars, more shipments.

They kill muslims (You), Christians (You), Soldiers (You), Infants (You).

Ten billion every christmas.

Dictators got guns to stop people from votin'.

People got guns to over throw 'em.

When life's a war zone ??????

Fourteen bullet methamphetamines locked a loaded.

When freedom comes to whoever got funds.

Lords of war ship guns by the tons.

Corporate thugs don't give a fuck where you from.

'Cause it comes right back to the slums.

[Chorus]

Pretty mike ?????? half black, half white.

Picked on half his life by cats half his height.

He never pushed back.

He never had to fight.

He was half a man.

Mike's pride sacrificed.

Pops was a preacher. Mom's is a teacher. twenty

Go to school, get a job. Mike did neither.

His soul was young and help smoke in his lungs.

Turned one got him a gun.

So now Mike's a soldier!

Trains in his basement.

Cleans and maintains it.

Shows off, displays it.

When he raised his gun he felt dangerous.

Like no one in the whole world could face him.

But it's a cold world once you leave your basement.

?????? moves in real time but Mike hesitated.

The killer is faceless. But now pretty Mike is famous.

Life aint nothing to play with.

Everybody got guns!

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