[intro instrumental]
[Verse 1]
Cruisin’ down Broad, hoodie tight, I’m movin’ militant,
City of the Brotherly Love, but that fucking love feel limited,
Gotta peep your rearview, these corners stay intricate,
Mama said, “Boy, keep calm, they love seein’ us innocent.”
I keep my hands steady, breath slow, I’m on code,
I’m not a fucking killer by nature, just taught to carry load,
From Erie Ave to Southwest, same stories told,
Survival math — count blessings, subtract ops, stay cold.
My trigger finger ready to be the damn angel of death,
Hell I pray I never need it, I just guard what’s left.
Since I’m a black man, the powers at hand don’t want me armed,
They wrote laws in ink, but we read ’em in scars, stay alarmed.
My Second Amendment rights helps me not to be a victim to the tyranny of crime,
My carry license clean, I train like it’s grind time.
Protect my peace, protect my seed, no fucking regret,
Ain’t lookin’ for smoke, but ain’t duckin’ no threat.
[Hook]
I keep my hands steady, steady through the night,
They watchin’ my moves like I’m wrong for bein’ right.
Eyes on the mirror, heart on sight,
Ain’t lookin’ for no war, just protectin’ my life.
Since I’m a black man, the powers at hand don’t want me armed,
But I study my rights, stay mentally armed.
[Verse 2]
They teach Constitution, but twist the translation,
Talk freedom, but black skin ain’t get the same ration.
Grew up seein’ fucking sirens as flashing accusations,
Shit I'm smart move legal, got docs and registration.
Courtroom echoes from brothas who ain’t get defense,
I walk tightrope between fucking rights and common sense.
Every mother fucking stop feel like dice, bet your life on tense,
So I train for control, never move in suspense.
My trigger finger ready to be the angel of death,
But I breathe discipline, calm my inner stress.
I’m not a fucking killer by nature, just raised on defense,
From Kensington to West Philly, they know what it meant.
My Second Amendment rights helps me not to be a victim to the tyranny of crime,
That ain’t no slogan, that’s family on the line.
We ain’t seekin’ chaos, we seekin’ time,
To raise our kids without walkin’ the thin divide.
[Hook]
Not here to terrorize, I’m here to testify,
Keep my hands steady, watch the city cry.
I’m not a killer by nature, but don’t press that line,
If they cross that threshold, I’ma stand on mine.
My Second Amendment rights helps me not to be a victim to the tyranny of crime,
Mind sharp, aim calm — that’s Philly design.
[Break]
[Outro]
Sunrise gleams off cracked pavement like redemption,
Each damn breath I take feels forged in resistance.
Legacy and vigilance live in coexistence,
I’m not violent — I’m vigilant with conviction.
Hands steady, conscience heavy, vision refined,
I protect peace with intellect, not just with my fucking nine.
[Fade out]
Denway
