My daddy taught me(How to shoot my gun)

My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one James Baldwin said it best, you need a little rage, so I just let it drip, let the ink fill up the page Prayin' for better days, holdin' a 12-gauge, but these crooked motherfuckers wanna see You in a cage How can they say that this the land of the free, when there's still states out here practicing Slavery Very plain to see that this isn't history, so you say what you want, but it's unsavory My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one Wave your flag, sag your pants, actin' ass, get the cash Yeah the American way, beat you black and blue, lookin' like Flavor Flav Standin' on top, this is just a higher level, and I don't need a gold chain watch or a bezel Still heavy metal, till the dust settle, down for whatever, now I got leverage My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one