Die By The Gun

Oppressed by society, fooled by the press

Live by my infamy, and you know the rest

So read between the lines, not what you see

I live by the pen, and die by the gun

And die by the gun

Yeah

And die by the gun

Words cut deeply, your lies impress

One thing you show to me, it’s called respect

Contort with anger, bend rules and laws

Now crawl to me – motherfucker

And die by the gun

Yeah

And die by the gun

And die by the gun

Yeah

And die by the gun

Bled by the government, told to conform

There’s blood on their hands, to them it’s the norm

No such thing as love, the course is run

Out on the streets, you die by the gun

You die by the gun

Yeah

You die by the gun

You die by the gun

Yeah

You die by the gun

You die by the gun

Yeah

You die by the gun