Written,
Performed and Produced by Treveaun Davila
Vocal Production by Mike Sroka
Engineered and Mixed by Tommie Jr.
Treveaun J. Davila, aka: TJD, 16 Clermont, Fl – "Goal to become a producer
and/or work in the music industry."
Yo many people die from gun violence, man forget it,
I’m not even going to waste my time talking, check it.
VERSE 1
Too many people are dying, too many families are crying
From the east to the west, there’s just too many deaths
You was under the stress, now you under a vest
They put you under the test, now you under arrest.
Your life could have been done, if you don’t put down them guns
Let's get a moment of silence, and stop all the gun violence
HOOK
That’s Why I do it for Music
Instead of the streets, instead of the heat,
It's better for me, I stick to the beats
That’s why I do it for Music
Instead of the straps, instead of the gats
Instead of the caps, I stick to the raps
That’s why I do it for Music
VERSE 2
What I’m about to spit is real, and reveal, how I feel
See Instead of getting killed, I’m trying to get a record deal
All my homies carried heat, always thuggin in the streets
But all I did, as a kid, was rap and make beats
First Biggie and Pac, chose death over fame
When the beef going to stop, now 50 and game (dang)
Think violence makes you tough all inside your little world
But inside your heart we all know you cry like a little girl
But when it happens to them, they beggin for help
They telling us to shoot, (yeah) but won’t do it themselves
Put yourself in my position and think what I felt
Bin Ladin didn’t have to kill us ‘cause we killing ourselves
Leave violence alone, too many people are gone
We trying to fix another country but ain’t helping our own
So instead of putting hands, on one or two mans
I just turn the radio up to 102 jamz
(Repeat) HOOK
VERSE 3
I wake up asking why, do these guns make us die
We need to stop all this it’s just a matter of time
Most violence wouldn’t happen, if it wasn’t for the rapping
‘cause everybody’s yapping, and talking about how they strapping
People go and commit crimes like they got nothing to lose
Now you ain’t on B.E.T., you on the local channel news
You on the streets with the heat, I’m on the streets with the beats
You’ll end up 6 feet deep, or stuck in jail every week,
Forget bullets in guns, I come with rhymes and riddles
The only drugs I do are the one from the hospital
‘Cause you don’t really want me to go into details
Unless you want to end up being someone's woman in jail
We hurting the mothers, we killing our brothers
But, the sad thing about it is we killing each other
Now you might hate my lyrics ‘cause I’m telling the truth
But think about it this way cause it could’ve been you
(Repeat) HOOK
VERSE 4
Now you acting very weary, these guns are very scary
You’ll end up with Virgin Mary, or buried in cemeteries
Some just got to know, how crime just overflows
It’s dumb how bullets blow, these guns they got to go
Don’t get another strike, think twice, ‘cause it ain’t right
You don’t want to spend a night, 10-20-to-life
I guess you’re not that clever, ‘cause nobody knows it better
You pick up a gun once and now you lock up forever (for real)
(Repeat) HOOK
VERSE 5
Let's think about it dog ‘cause the tragedy is sad
Next person that you shoot probably could have been your dad’s
I know it sounds bad, but let's think about the mothers
Next person that you shoot could have been your brother
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