Dont shoot
Intro : How many lives does it take to take back all the bullets that went by? I know there names attached, one bullet here, one bullet there. I ain't trying to be mean, I just want this shit to stop. No one should lose someone forreal. Shit is crazy nowadays

Hook : Stand up, don't shoot, make a move, call it troop ( 3x)

Verse 1 : ( Alright Red start this shit ) Right about now I got one kid on the block looking lost as the heart race stops, the Glock turns so quickly, reloading one magazine into another life of misery it all rocks. Life and death situation no more excuses just a hesitation, next thing you know he gone up into a random place popping bullets at someone he doesn't even know, no relation.  It's all pored up in the ave of things, same shit happens at the concert we all sing. One story up above about thirty two floors looking tired he ain't in love, psycho pathetic addiction loading the stock, and killing what is he dreaming of. Thoughts in the news daily, another event took place another tragedy, a mentality of a cold blooded murderer taking more lives into the air of blasphemy. In reality this shit almost feels so real, video games was one thing, but when will it be time to persevere. They don't care, they rather not listen and be in despair. What's it like feeling alone, you know the answer is right there. Is it becoming normal, shit they don't know. Even myself knows this ain't the day to start dragging bodies from feet to toes

Hook : Stand up, don't shoot, make a move, call it troop ( 3x)

Verse 2: Listen up, don't get caught in the fold and become so shallow to become stuck. Everyone is just working hard everyday to make an important buck. What does one dolla do, it proves to be more costly, don't want to beg for anymore because people bragging oh they all bossy. So one day he goes home, doesn't know what to do with his life though, another day of rejection trying to talk to the silly ho. She rather choose him over him, his pockets are so flashy and so slim, compared to this kid he ain't got nothing but packs of short term shirts showing nothing but skin. So his goes out brings one of them Glock seventeens. Only one mag in the club, but how can we be so sure, is there more? A rampage he goes, more bodies turned up so cold, than he tries to run away realizes his entire body just froze. The cops come too late, maybe they thought it was a mistake, than they start to see some on the ground and realize it ain't like this on the first take. A manhunt spins, they catch up to all his sins, than he shoots himself, and the story just begins

Hook : Stand up, don't shoot, make a move, call it troop ( 3x)

Verse 3 : I reached within in the starz to find the answer, but no one knows this question they just look right after. Enough prayers, and thoughts we've seen that shit on a daily, I don't even know if people still pray they say shit, but don't do anything they just acting lazy. What's up with everyone having thoughts? No disrespect to the real, but don't be trying to connect the dots. Man more people just getting killed. Connecting man to shooter, we all know the reason, so many still have to die is it killing season? We've seen it too often, but everyone just softens, nothing else to do but act like dolphins. Don't say shit, stay in the water and hide, but when everyone else talks about it, now they want to talk to show their pride. My point is being, no one should ever go through another day of grieving, people go to school to learn, grinding and eating. Now they want teachers armed in charm? This shit is pretty depressing, now we the ones getting harmed. How many names on a bullet? We ain't so sure it's there's a lot we tried to name it all but we couldn't. Another dead kid trying to fulfill his dreams, now he's on his way to the grave, I would think of sending mines to school, but I just wouldn't, I'd rather live in a cave. ( Because we just don't know when)