Guns - Raashan Ahmad

guns in your section guns in your scene

guns in the air get the loot take the cream

Pakistan Africa Chi-town Oakland

guns by the cop make a mama dream broken

blood on the dance floor drama at the school

shots from the glock show a crack in the cool

everybody drop everbody drop

and nobody safe suburbs to the block

you hear the gun cock click call it bloody murder

chalk’s on the street from the beef no burgers

words so dead up the gun clappin

back in the day used to settle with the scrappin

John Wayne Rambo gangland hooligans

presidential military war Afghanistan

blood for the power gun protect scene

bullets from the barrel for a barrel gasoline

we fiend for the glock semi auto double gauge

gun death no breath gone from grenades

gun for revenge body full of malice

daddy got a gun gotta protect the palace

junior got the strap guess who got the juice now

used to be a herb now words got a new style

crazy conflict licking off shots

couple in the air you can scare the whole block

guns

CHORUS

dirt on his heels wind on his back

laughter silenced from the police strap it went

buck buck buck buck

booyaka shot

buck buck buck buck

booyaka shot

dirt on her heels wind on her back

laughter silenced by the drone attack it went

buck buck buck buck

booyaka shot

buck buck buck buck

booyaka shot

VERSE 2.

playing with her dolls her brother laying on the ground

laughter the only sound until they heard the sirens

the scream from her mama people lost up in the panic

playing coming to an end and somehow its systematic

a tragic way to end the day she turned up on her heels

she stopped to see her brother finding cover in the hills

she looked up in the sky and seeing what’s about to happen

her innocence immediately lost she seen the passion

her papa on her knees what she saw

he said he said protect my family inshallah

and then the first bomb second bomb third bomb hit

her father gone mama gone brother gone sits

in the rubble of her home dolls in her hand

drone flew away alone with no fam

victim of the politics and victim of the media

and military mix up to bomb the wrong area

CHORUS

dirt on his heels wind on his back

laughter silenced from the police strap it went

buck buck buck buck

booyaka shot

buck buck buck buck

booyaka shot

dirt on her heels wind on her back

laughter silenced by the drone attack it went

buck buck buck buck

booyaka shot

buck buck buck buck

booyaka shot