Verse 1:
I'm always super cautious when they talk
The nuances of politicians throw me off
Then they dilute it and feed it to you in the news
So it be stepped on and skewed by the time it get to you homie
We talking business in America
Lobbyists control the beat and tempo of the opera
The fat lady can't afford the right care
And brown girl taught she gotta buy the right hair
Citizens aware and like a three legged chair they broke
So the N.S.A. is fine, who cares?
Drones in the desert
Drones in your yard
Schools need teachers not security guards
Schools need books not no windows with bars
A credit card will knock you over that's why they call it a charge
And while you push the rock forward they might give you a charge
Spend a billion on a stadium and you got charged
Hook (4x):
Son of a gun
Verse 2:
I'm William Foster in a short sleeve
And a pistol grip shottie
I don't trust the makers of the gun law shawty
Ain't nobody said they coming in my front door
Trying to take away the rifles out my floor board
I rather that they concentrate on issues 'bout us
Instead they spend a million trying to pacify us
Tell us that the fabric of an institution full of flaws
Should be sacred
To a man and a woman and I pause
I done been divorced and on top of being me
The issue was with marriage to a woman really means
Fire off another round, party in the sun
Medusa in my chest turning stones out my lungs
And like my uncle used to say
Inshallah hope I die with a smile on my face
Son of a gun without an extra magazine
I got violence in my genes, pistol in my jeans
Son of a gun
Repeat hook
