1st Verse
Gunshot Blast, another brother down
Another mother has to watch her son go in the ground
Things aren't all good in the hood they're quite foul
Enough to make a man just want to throw in the towel
Wow, now your brother's smoking rock
But how can you judge him where you're out on the block
With the same thing that got him hooked tucked down in your sock
Which is also the same thing that will probably get you locked down/
Since you didn't make bail
Now you're sitting in a cell in the middle of the jail
Asking yourself how in the world did I fail
Asking yourself where in the world did I fail
But, when you're looking out the window
You can hear the raindrops; you can feel the wind blow
And on a good you can see the sun shine
And just for a sec it seems like everything's fine
Hook [X2]
Gunshot Blast, another brother down
Another mother has to watch her son go in the ground
Things aren't all good in the hood they're quite foul
Enough to make a man just want to throw in the towel
2nd Verse
How in the world did we go from popping & locking
To the young bulls now-a-days co*king & popping
And that's a poor excuse because it's not just youth
I know a couple order cats that have something to prove
Talk it out? Yeah they probably could
But reality is they're living in their second childhood
Too many movies probably messing with their brain
Thinking that they're O-Dog until they end up like Caine
G'd up until they get shot down
Or until they empty a round and now they have to lay it down
Receiving their mail up in a whole different town
Receiving their mail up in a whole different town
I just think we need to rethink our situation
Gunshot Blast just to get a reputation
Hook [X2]
Bridge
As the earth rotates and the sun goes past
Everybody hit the ground when those gunshots blast
Everybody hit the ground when those gunshots blast
Everybody hit the ground when…
3rd Verse
Gangster gangster that's what they're yelling
But I'm not buying any of that nonsense that they're selling
Don't listen to these rappers I swear that they're steady fronting
Always talking about k**ing like it's cool or something
But when it comes to d**h there's nothing cool about that
Because when you leave here there is no coming back