Takin January with the OM "Got Guns?" it aint wat it seems
 

“Kweli’s” devine sound of “the blast” deafened my state
For “sex”, I stay “strapped”, keep my “weapon on safe”//
Reppin my fate, my mind plots
“Drunk” my woes away at “bars”, “50” cant handle my “nine shots”//
I find spots that’s chill like me, kept some “heat in my palm”
“Lighters” to warm my cold heart and beat for my mom//
Fused with the art so now darth’s fluid with karma
This “doc’s a gangsta” - u sick? - im “shootin ya arm up”//
My lyrical speech “weathers” the “law” - it “rains”(reigns) violent
The “gun talk” even has the “right to remain silent”//
U cant focus on a path if the road splits
“Shootin past memories” - wont help if u “unload clips”//
Of videos - thinking’s a crime?- figured im caught
Minds - the deadliest weapon - what “triggers” ya thoughts?//
Hindered and fought the demons of burden - im spellbound
“Boxin with text”(teks) - released my fury thru “12 rounds”//
Combined with bell sounds, I battle this gun music
With vernacular metaphors laced with puns thru it//
Empowered with the strength of “Thor” - I “pull the hammer back”
Swingin at illerate foes, bringin the grammar that//
Stimulates the minds of many that contain doubts
Drained shouts from men? - chics “blowin their brains out”//
Absorbed hotness from the sun in doses
Gun poems – “shots of air” to lungs thru noses//
Share this sentimental speech that my soul released
Cuz u don’t have to be a thug just to hold the “piece”(peace)//

as always thanks for reading....
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