Shows how grown men are proven
Even makes a blood get the blue-es
An option of death or another day, our generation is losin'
They said we need it to protect ourselves
We in a city where people get bodied for gold chains, fake J's, and loose change on the metros
At night it gets worse, sleep with it on our bed shelves
Everyone got one nowadays, even the average joes
What if they were illegal to be sold
Would more want the feel of the heat near their hip bones
Like a child's temptation to touch the steaming hot stove
Or would a homicide detective have an easier working load
Taking the ones we love and the ones we hate
Is it here to protect or exterminate?