Gun point

by Dustin   Jan 19, 2005



when you have a gun to your head
everything is moving slow

you forget where you're at
and there's nowhere to go

you start thinking about your past
and what you used to do

when running the streets was still cool

but now you wanna be at home
with your family and friends

and hope you never see a gun again

so think before you act
and dont be so dumb

unless you want to look down the barrel of a loaded gun

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