Level lock
Gun shaking in your fingers
You got shell shock
From the madness that lingers
No way, you say
I know that didn't happen
Didn't go down that way
Your mouth was just flappin
Then all at once
Trigger is sliding
What started as mouthin
Turns into bullets colliding
Wipe the sweat, ditch the gun
Suppress the whimper
And maybe next time
Try to control yo' temper.
Word.