The Great Equalizer - BackWordz

Running away, that is not my forte

Don’t bring it to me.

Or my way

I know the sight of a gun makes you squeamish

Can’t help it I was born in Texas

Keep my head on a swivel and alert

What it’s worth, it’s a perk we assigned guns at birth not absurd.

That we choose to keep it on our hip

Inside the waistband with the siggy sig sig

Smith & Wesson we don’t say it for the bragging/ I’d rather have and not needed

than need it and not happen to have it

Sorry.

It’s you I don’t need

Can’t help me nor save me

That nine, gives me some peace of mind

Can’t threaten me nor phase me

Gun control what they spout

Funny ‘cause control is all it’s bout

Let me be as clear as can be

I don’t care about what the other countries do, what that gotta do with me

My voice.

My choice.

He’s scared.

Unprepared

I don’t care that you’re scared of a rifle

You don’t even know what’s a magazine

Pipe down!

The police don’t protect and you march

You’re scared of AR’s and you want me disarmed

Don’t get it twisted if I had to I’d box but you are my enemy bro both you and

the cops

My first take’s to de-escalate but don’t make the mistake of threatening me or

my family if you value your chest space

‘cause I’m shooting center mass