Round N Round

The story starts with the gun fumblin

Accidental discharge, bullet tumblin

Click clack, hot one had him stumblin

Back from the impact, he mumblin

See, there go his sophomore year, attending Cumberland

And he was on a break from school

And not the type of kid who would have to take his tool

Studied righteousness, Western Asia Kemet too

Same tumblin' bullet left a blemish, ooh

And the bumblin' fool, the one to fumbled the gun

To begin with, twenty years from mother and son

Still fightin' cases, he's still jugglin' one

What you mean you didn't know the kid? What is you, dumb

Anyways, bless, R.I.P. to somebody's son

The blick go blamma! Catch a bullet, somebody run

Somebody doin' this with somebody gun

Uh-huh, a bunch of losses, but ain't nobody won