Bambu, Kiwi - Gunshots lyrics

Gunshots all you hear is gunshots

All you hear is gunshots da da da da da
All you hear is gunshots da da da da da

Click blaow
Go the rhythm of buck shots and bullets alike
The ghetto orchestra is playing tonight
Harmonizing at the moment when
They taking his life
So fast that he couldn't even put up a fight
And it's like
No love, sweep it under the rug
The media could give a fuck about
Another dead thug gettin' up'd
Now he stuck in a puddle of red blood
Mama's screaming at the top of her
Lungs to get up but
Little did she know of her baby's ritual
Gunshots of his own matching
The enemy decibel
Who would have the bigger testicles
To go test a fool? Go and let his tool
Clack Clack for the festival
Firework damn shoot and try and hurt men
Permanent damage to him was certain
As he lay jerkin'
No response in his mother's arms
As he write another song 'bout another one

All you hear is gunshots da da da da da

Many many many many many ghetto babies
Layin dead in the street

All you hear is gunshots da da da da da

They don't care
They enjoy the sight of a dead
Brown child in the street

All you hear is gunshots da da da da da

That's two lives lost
The trigger man and the victim at his hand

All you hear is gunshots da da da da da

That's a profit for the state
Either way they hear cha ching and
All you hear is a

Boom!
You could literally hear it split his artery
And ricochet against his rib cage and out
The back of the top of his head
The red bleed all over his new Era
New pair of shoes he wore were white no more
He couldn't fight no more
So there was life no more
But before he left he wondered
What he fighting for it didn't matter
Shatter glass from the car
Window was everywhere
But it made him sparkle like
Glitter while he laying there
Crime scene investigator taking
Many pictures of young colored boy that the
Coroner was swoopin' up
Looking just a little too young
To be in a mortuary
Closed casket at his wake
Was all precautionary
His momma might not be able to take
The sight of her only son
Missing the whole side of the
Side of his head
She begged until she damn near went delirious
But God didn't answer
The only thing you hearing is

All you hear is gunshots da da da da da

Many many many many many ghetto babies
Layin dead in the street

All you hear is gunshots da da da da da

They don't care
They enjoy the sight of a dead
Brown child in the street

All you hear is gunshots da da da da da

That's two lives lost
The trigger man and the victim at his hand

All you hear is gunshots da da da da da

That's a profit for the state
Either way they hear cha ching and
All you hear is a