J. BAIR - Gunshot Blast lyrics

1st Verse Gunshot Blast, another brother down Another mother has to watch her son go in the ground Things aren't all good in the hood they're quite foul Enough to make a man just want to throw in the towel Wow, now your brother's smoking rock But how can you judge him where you're out on the block With the same thing that got him hooked tucked down in your sock Which is also the same thing that will probably get you locked down/ Since you didn't make bail Now you're sitting in a cell in the middle of the jail Asking yourself how in the world did I fail Asking yourself where in the world did I fail But, when you're looking out the window You can hear the raindrops; you can feel the wind blow And on a good you can see the sun shine And just for a sec it seems like everything's fine Hook [X2] Gunshot Blast, another brother down Another mother has to watch her son go in the ground Things aren't all good in the hood they're quite foul Enough to make a man just want to throw in the towel 2nd Verse How in the world did we go from popping & locking To the young bulls now-a-days co*king & popping And that's a poor excuse because it's not just youth I know a couple order cats that have something to prove Talk it out? Yeah they probably could But reality is they're living in their second childhood Too many movies probably messing with their brain Thinking that they're O-Dog until they end up like Caine G'd up until they get shot down Or until they empty a round and now they have to lay it down Receiving their mail up in a whole different town Receiving their mail up in a whole different town I just think we need to rethink our situation Gunshot Blast just to get a reputation Hook [X2] Bridge As the earth rotates and the sun goes past Everybody hit the ground when those gunshots blast Everybody hit the ground when those gunshots blast Everybody hit the ground when… 3rd Verse Gangster gangster that's what they're yelling But I'm not buying any of that nonsense that they're selling Don't listen to these rappers I swear that they're steady fronting Always talking about k**ing like it's cool or something But when it comes to d**h there's nothing cool about that Because when you leave here there is no coming back