Saigon - Blessing (Pro Gun Anthem) lyrics

[Intro] Yo (rest in peace) Rest in peace to my brother Sharieef (Sharieef Clayton) Rest in peace Kevin Judson Jonathan Sanders, Mike Brown (word) Sandra Bland, Chris Jackson (all that), Amadou Diallo Fubu, Tamir Rice, Freddie Gray A lot of n***as, they were shot cause they wasn't armed I wish they was armed They'd be here man [Verse 1] Nobody in your family got an answer For the fella that's deadlier than pancreatic cancer Sorta manic depressing, was never a happy camper Lil homie ran up on me, ain't know that I had the hammer Woulda did a Troy Ave but I know that they had the camera It could be self defense and I still'd go to the slammer? I wish I woulda listened to my grandma (grandma!) I wish I woulda listened to my grandma She said survival first is in them bible verses But you wouldn't like the circumstances, your chances is looking light on purpose They think that I'm worthless, I'm black and uneducated And made it, to thirty years old and I celebrate it And I come from the pavement so I'm busting my gun still Still live by the motto "one shot, one k**" I'm trying to stay alive to marry my b**h But I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six [Hook] My gun couldn't be a reason I shouldn't make it to heaven Yeah that MAC-11 is a blessing That .357 is a blessing That ain't just a weapon, it's a blessing I coulda been a victim of a few 187s The AK-47 was a blessing Yeah that Smith & Wesson was a blessing That ain't just a weapon, it's a blessing [Verse 2] My condolences to anyone that lost a loved one On account of a thug's gun, a son or a husband Mother or father or homie and even a cousin No disrespect to the thugs, cause I once was one Purpose of these verses, we talking about the hammer They're the reason a lot of my boys is up in the slammer Them three-five-sevens is coming up here from Georgia Atlanta, costs less to get a gun than it costs to get Hammer I'm kinda torn, cause even though a lot of n***as are gone A lot of would have been gone if they ain't keep em on em Judged by twelve or carried by six If I'm in jail least I can still marry my b**h (you said that) And kiss my kids while I'm still looking em in the face Cause there ain't no such thing as me hugging em from the grave Your n***as woulda been pushed my shag back If they ran down on me and I ain't have that scat-dat-dat-dat [Hook] [Outro] Uncle Sharieef was a good Uncle I loved him He was a good guy But guns are dangerous And um, but, but he had one on him sometimes to protect himself So that's okay Cause guns can save your life sometimes He's my dad's very, very best friend And I'll always love him, he'll always be in my heart I love you Uncle Sharieef and forever I will