(Intro)
Put this city to sleep in a big ol blanket of fog
Then bring the clouds to the ground cuz if we don't need no wings then why do Angels work so hard/
(Verse1)
Haters work harder though because they know that they can whatch us
Act like a coyote biting off of its own paw/
When it knows its gonna die and the fear paralyze
Ain't no gold for paper dollar stupidity won't buy/
An I just cashed my check at the liqour store its Friday/
Bought a bus pa** food for the week and minutes for my prepaid/
Thoughts travel on the MTA through L.A on the Goldline/
In the no mans land of things that most people don't mind/
And I'm lookin at the cliff I was pushed off of wishin I jumped/
Now I grew up thinkin back to the days when I was young/
It was so close so fast I closed the door to my past/
I closed my eyes looked into darkness and feel something looking back/
I got a prayer from a bible of black magic words/
With the pa**word to the point of no return/
It says goin for broke/
From a broken home and everything I learned in high school was a joke/
(Hook)
An I fight fight fight just to write my wrongs
Or regret life long is why I write my songs/
An I fight fight fight I'm not a stepping stone/
I'm a weapon drawn with a mind of its own/
(Chorus)
Pick me up I'm your gun
Hold me up I'm the one
Pull my trigger I'm bigger than
Pick me up I"m your gun
Hold me up I'm the one
Pick me up I'm your gun
Hold me up!
(Verse2)
An I wrote to my Father so he knows that I remember that the love that his son has for him/
Still runs deep within/
I was 6 years old when you fought the man who married my Mother that man provided for us but I wanted you to win/
An I'm livin in the blood stream of the city while its pumpin the blood out of its artificial heart to the beat/
Of the stampeding feet of the people that riot for no reason they don't need no Maxine Waters or the Lakers winning seasons/
Like shut up and pay the fine who cares if you don't like it it's cheaper to pay the ticket then to take off work and fight it/
Aren't you twice as law abiding when the money starts to tighten? Cuz you can't afford the ticket prices/ (Or the DUI)
When you feel like a piece of left over crack that'll never be smoked/
An the fiend took his last hit died on the matress body is cold/
In a cold world that'll make yo toes curl/
That'll make you earl and yo mouth and yo throat hurt/
Feelin like you didn't do the right thing/
An a heart shaped chemtrail that says I love you in sky writing/
I am fighting blindly bleeding smiling reading the sign/
Sometimes me and the city you know we don't see eye to eye/
But even though its sadistic I still remain optomistic/
The sun will still shine through the crack in the windshield made by my fist/
(Chorus)
Pick me up I'm your gun
Hold me up I'm the one
Pull my trigger I'm bigger than
Pick me up I"m your gun
Hold me up I'm the one
Pick me up I'm your gun
Hold me up!
All lyrics and vocals
Rheteric Ramirez
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