Get the shotgun

(I’ve been) fortunate (lucky) enough to have a plan

To get the money and raise a fam

Biting bullets of pain cause I love the fame

Rocking gardens of shame for a painful game

 

Leaving love behind fucked my brain to blind

Got my head up high now I

Don’t need to lie (Got the sky right here)

Got brought into the light by fire and ice

Without the need to fight flight or give up my right

 

Let’s say we got one life

Two broken wings we dropped

4 every single block we used to serve or fuck

With open arms we’re here to show the world we care

About the sunken ship and the scars we share

 

 

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