Hiding Behind A Gun

Humble be the heart of the simple man that feels

Compassion for another, and it has often been revealed

That you cannot be the man, when you're nothing but a punk

Hiding behind a gun when you dare confront someone

Cause if you step to the left when your ammo’s gone and spent

You’ll get slapped like the b**ch, you are, and there’ll be no relent

From the shame and the humility, you're certainly bound to feel

And it's more than paltry guessing, that you find, this shits for real

Now, back in the day when I was nothing but a flea

And running with the big dogs, was the way it had to be

We were neighborhood rowdies, but the news-watch called us gangs

There were no sissies in the click: that’s if you wanted to hang

We did it by committee, if some others wanted to swab

We would meet them in the cut, and sure as fuck complete the job

The game of choice, evolved in sports, the gridiron, or the court

As for those who wanted violence, we would accommodate, of course

But, we didn't have a need for guns, we fought for pure delight

To whip you like you stole from us, on any given night

Then it was on to better things, like liquor, bud, and sex

The next day found us on the court, with others yelling “NEXT!!”

So, mothers love your children like they're precious grams of gold

Cause, while some will reach adulthood, some of them won’t get that old

And let us people, be a people, and embrace what is God’s will

Because it was that way back then, and that’s the way it is