I’ve got a gun in one hand
A ring in the other
Throw the ring at the minister
And shoot my brother
A cop, a rat, a fed, one of them
He would of called me out
And I shot him dead
Demented and twisted
Were my lies
Intertwined
With my black life
As unpure as rotted twine
I can not explain,
what i did
Shooting up
The Church
Playing “Cops and Robbers”
Me the robber
Like an innocent kid.
But he was my brother
My own flesh and blood,
I shot up the Church,
My wedding day ruined,
My crimes more profound.
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