You meet a man who's suffering, it affects you minutely Imagine living in a city where everyone has lost everything Imagine a man slumped over his steering wheel Brains falling out of his mouth Muscles protruding from his bullet wounds, like even they wanted out To us thats not offensive The sight of blood doesn't make anyone of us apprehensive 'Cause where I'm from, you talk to much, we cut your throat apart Is that distasteful there Or is it edgy art? Last I checked, you ain't got scars in your skin that prove that you've been where I've been So next time you stick your hand out, understand that the last man that did I blew his fucking hand off Thats not a metaphor And thats not self expression Thats a man in flint, Michigan being taught a fucking lesson And he's probably watching me right now with a hole in his shit These are real people, places, things I don't expect you to understand it God's kept me here this long, I can't help but feel protected So either you're supposed to hear my songs or I'm serving a sentence All I got is my gun, and my knife And a hundred motherfuckers that will take your fucking life At the drop a dime as soon, as I give the word I'm a shooter with shooters that have weapons with names you've never heard And I'm not endorsing violence All I'm saying is you'll meet god if you try us This pack of wolves is a family And theres no place we won't take it You call that insanity, but were just trying to make it And I'm just telling the story And you can shoot the messenger Just know he shoots back And I don't die when I'm shot More than once I've proven that And you can't beat us, so just join us, or just leave us alone Or you'll come up missing, and they'll have to hear about you in my poems