The Figure (feat. Rep)

He don't know his trigger, he just know the trigger And I guess he figure he won't be another figure He don't really know about the grave or the digger But you don't know his life, so let me paint a bigger picture He grew up on the south side, great family, bad hood Papa told him stay away from people that were no good Focus on your school work, trust me do the math Goals plus application equals you control your own path But daddy wasn't there in between home and the school Not family, but when they called him blood, it was cool He saw they packing, and he start packing, too They ain't call it weapon, they said it's a tool For a fool that come at in the street, now he got the heat If he needed to he could drop em all at his feet Nah, he'd never use it, but the power kinda sweet But a gun just waiting is a body that could bleed He wasn't planning for the pop pop He didn't wanna make the body drop drop Now he hear the sirens of the cop cops But he still standing there in shock shock But he held the gun But he held the gun But he held the gun But he held the gun He ain't know his trigger, he just know the trigger He ain't see the situation and how it got bigger He ain't see the man call his boy a n*gger He ain't see the fight start, who got or was the giver He just pulled gun out of fear and confusion He ain't mean to shoot just waive it in the air Someone yelled run, then there was another gun Then another body fell and another one Someone said cops, another said po po Another said shoot em, another screamed no no Our boy couldn't breathe, panic in his heart Yes blood on the street was coming from his own chest Gun dropped from his hand on the cold ground He really didn't know how it went down But he wishes he was with his dad at his home Wish he never had a gun of his own now