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Artist: King 810
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Black Rifle
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Black Rifle
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A man came to me, he said he’d save me
He put his hands on me, he called me family
His voice sang to me, he said he gave my name to me
I asked him where he’d been, he said he’d been with my friends
My hands all in, skin's crawling
I’ve been rambling from the Midwest to New Orleans and I
I’ve met preachers, they say that I’m a thinker
They go deep but my scars go deeper
What goes around comes around they say
But I be prayin' that it just ain’t true
I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible
I ain’t slept in a week, it’s got me higher than the Eiffel
I been drug dealing, woman stealing
I lost feeling back when we was children and I
What the hell's really goin' on?
A woman came to me, she said she’d save me
She laid my body at the base of an ash tree
I asked her business, it wasn’t in forgiveness
I heard her say that and felt fire where I laid at
My hands all in, my skin's crawling
I ran from lawmen all around my city and I
I’ve met thinkers, they say that I’m a dreamer
They think deep but my scars run deeper
What goes around comes around they say
But I be prayin' that it just ain’t true
I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible
I ain’t slept in a week, it’s got me higher than the Eiffel
I been drug dealing, woman stealing
I lost feeling back when we was children
And I turned on my idols, it was all about survival
I, I killed my darlings, I can’t say that I’m sorry
What the hell’s really goin' on?
What the hell's really goin' on?
I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible
Black rifle, my baby and my Bible
I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible
Black rifle, yeah
What goes around comes around they say
But I be prayin' that it just ain’t true
Tell my brothers, I hope they know I love 'em
Watch my sisters, kiss all my cousins
Tell Clinton, my uncle says he missed him
Tell Reagan, my auntie thinks he’s Satan
Have babies, we don’t know how to raise 'em
Tell Haiti, we don’t know that we’re crazy
Tell my mama, I’m sorry for the drama but
Tell your honor, it's death before dishonor
Got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible
Black rifle, my baby and my Bible
I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible
Black rifle, yeah
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