Gunshots
[Intro: Kiwi]
Gunshots
All you hear is gunshots
All you hear is gunshots
Da da da da da
All you hear is gunshots
Da da da da da
[Verse 1: Kiwi]
Click
Blaow
Go the rhythm of buck shots and bullets alike
The ghetto orchestra is playing tonight
Harmonizing at the moment when they taking his life
So fast that he couldn't even put up a fight
And it's like
No love, sweep it under the rug
The media could give a fuck about another dead thug gettin' up'd
Now he stuck in a puddle of red blood
Mama's screaming at the top of her lungs to get up but
Little did she know of her baby's ritual
Gunshots of his own matching the enemy decibel
Who would have the bigger testicles
To go test a fool?
Go and let his tool
*Clack Clack*
For the festival
Firework damn
Shoot and try and hurt men
Permanent damage to him was certain
As he lay jerkin'
No response in his mother's arms
As he write another song
'bout another one
[Hook]
[Kiwi]
All you hear is gunshots
Da da da da da
[Bambu]
Many many many many many ghetto babies layin dead in the street
[Kiwi]
All you hear is gunshots
Da da da da da
[Bambu]
They don't care, they enjoy the sight of a dead brown child in the street
[Kiwi]
All you hear is gunshots
Da da da da da
[Bambu]
That's two lives lost
The trigger man and the victim at his hand
[Kiwi]
All you hear is gunshots
Da da da da da
[Bambu]
That's a profit for the state
Either way they hear cha-ching and all you hear is a
[Verse 2: Bambu]
Boom!
You could literally hear it split his artery
And ricochet against his rib cage and out
The back of the top of his head
The red bleed all over his
New Era
New pair of shoes he wore
Were white no more
He couldn't fight no more
So there was life no more
But before he left he wondered what he fighting for
It didn't matter
Shatter glass from the car window was everywhere
But it made him sparkle like glitter while he laying there
Crime scene investigator taking many pictures of
Young colored boy that the coroner was swoopin' up
Looking just a little too young to be in a mortuary
Closed casket at his wake was all precautionary
His momma might not be able to take the sight of her only son
Missing the whole side of the side of his head
She begged until she damn near went delirious
But God didn't answer
The only thing you hearing is
[Hook]
[Kiwi]
All you hear is gunshots
Da da da da da
[Bambu]
Many many many many many ghetto babies layin dead in the street
[Kiwi]
All you hear is gunshots
Da da da da da
[Bambu]
They don't care, they enjoy the sight of a dead brown child in the street
[Kiwi]
All you hear is gunshots
Da da da da da
[Bambu]
That's two lives lost
The trigger man and the victim at his hand
[Kiwi]
All you hear is gunshots
Da da da da da
[Bambu]
That's a profit for the state
Either way they hear cha-ching and all you hear is a
