Kuniva - A History Of Violence lyrics

The gang hired cooks to make
The raw cocaine into fresh
760 murders last year is a record for
Detroit: The murder capital of the country

My appetite for destruction comes from
A History of Violence
Seeing bodies laying dead in silence
I should be in an asylum
The music's in my soul child
Going half crazy on the daily
Paranoid, up at night gripping 380’s
It's like I'm in that good pussy
Constantly ready to bust
Cuffing my nuts like enough is enough
Weapon is tough
Detroit got a nigga on the edge
Driving a wedge
Through my common sense and my sanity
My family’s been a casualty of murder
Involved in shit that niggas never heard of
My Grandma split her husband with the burner
Laid his old abusive ass the fuck out
Put him in his grave last thing he saw was a
Slug spitting from a gauge
Didn't cry at all, fuck him
Father forgive me I didn't know
Him or love him
Glad she had the courage to bust him
I did damn near memorised the funeral service
Only God knows my purpose and why he
Gave me A History of Violence

Violent children come to school
Those violent children are the product
Of a violent culture
Detroit teachers say at just one
School 16 guns have
Been confiscated from student so
Far this year

My first fight was with my
Daddy and my family
Falling down the stairs with him
Wasn't even 5
Still trying to throw them hands with him
All I know was mama was in trouble
Saw 'em tustle
And my sisters and my brother in the scuffle
My uncle was a gangsta at the end of his life
Killed him out of fear when they saw him
Running up to break up a fight (VIOLENCE)
Fast-forward I'm runnin'
Gunnin' on Runyon Ave
Seeing niggas hitting major licks
And running cash
Never thought I’d peep the day
To see my homie blasted
They did Bugz dirty, them fucking bastards
Shot him down in cold blood
Took him in a flash it was petty
A simple fist-fight gone bad
And turned deadly
You wonder why I’m paranoid
Weary of new faces and even old ones
With old grudges they hold guns and blast
You won't be the first, won’t be the last
Person on the streets holding they abs
You've been a victim of the VIOLENCE

Young people particularly minorities
Either 60% of them can't even get jobs
Even if they're good, going through schools
They’re gonna become turned off
They're gonna become alienated

You get accustomed 'round here
Seeing bodies flop, shottys pop
Witness niggas getting stomped out
Bitches Molly Whopped
Peepin' cowards do a lot of dirt
Then they call the cops
Look into my life I'll bet your jaw drop
Babies jumping out of windows
Houses getting Molotoved
Murderers for hiring, ain't not calling off
Shotguns polished off niggas dying young
Murder City niggas be buying guns
Every direction bullets be flying from
And Proof got murked some
Shit he didn't deserve
How you leave a King lifeless on the curb?
I'm dying for the words to describe
Looking him eye to eye
But seeing nothing look back 'cause his
Soul is in the sky
Then you cry until your body
No longer produce tears
And you realise what came to
Pass is your worst fear
Shit my cousin got taken from
Her kids from gunshots
I hope the Lord forgives all
Of us because we're VIOLENT

Then I like just turned around like that
Next thing I know I got hit with a 45'
Violent children come to school
Those violent children are the product
Of a violent culture