311: Guns

Here comes the thunder down under we're natural wonders night falls when we leave all you feel is the hunger sunrises of people all shapes and sizes dig on the decade and realize it's funky no matter this rude boy stll got that swagger my ears have heard all these crews but we're badder interracial, special, positive beings I am I be a cool awakwening it's getting hectic the metrics the body electric everybody in worn out blue jeans or tacky dresses this is the city we've reached we've come to go unrecognized on the corner or make moves all the lights are red all the poets are dead a familiar nightmare appears in my head times are a changin' myself I'm rearrangin' dream eight-thousand-five-twelve all blazin' Born to act out, paranoid with a gat born to act out, think you know where it's at born to act out, but you're lookin' like a sissie born to act out, guns are for pussies born to act out, paranoid with a gat born to act out, think you know where it's at born to act out, but you're lookin' like a sissie born to act out, guns are for pussies I'm not from Philly but some say I'm a blunt that's just the way I am and no I'm not going to front and yes I took a trip to find out about the ways of big citys seedy bars and drugs that make you feel s---ty pretty older women in skirts, conversation frisky stinking cigarettes and plenty of bourbon whisky sad classical music on the jukebox of doom Hollywood Blvd. barfly frolic room tomb of lost souls some beyond salvage some just having fun opening the steam valvage I was one becoming the other hellbent to discover had to pull up the reigns or else smother take it brother all the way and then you're scared don't want to be unprepared you're getting paranoid, and then guns are shared you guys think you're hard but you're in fear of getting harmed I fear no manand I am unarmed Born to act out, paranoid with a gat born to act out, think you know where it's at born to act out, but you're lookin' like a sissie born to act out, guns are for pussies born to act out, paranoid with a gat born to act out, think you know where it's at born to act out, but you're lookin' like a sissie born to act out, guns are for pussies come on