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Guns Are Drawn

This song is by The Roots and appears on the album The Tipping Point (2004).

Tell me how you feel when you sing a song, oh
Tell me what you do when the guns are drawn
(Do when the guns are drawn)
Hey little one, you can't knock us all, all
Tell me what you do when the guns are drawn
(Do when the guns are drawn)

Yeah, it would be cool, it could be too
Stop running round in circles off of what we fuel
Living a lie, eventually believing it's true
A lot of people here for us, one could be you
It's outrageous and they just ain't nothing, but save us
An ocean of brown fists in various flavors
A favor for a favor man, this is the majors
Tell me what you would do with no phone or pagers
No Kinko's, no Fed Ex and no ATM's
What you gon' do when the police state begins
Well, it already began, but I guess it depends
On what's really going on, what's happening, huh
Military target practicing
They finna write another Patriot Act again
The days is short, the nights is long, the fight goes on
The pistol and the pipes are drawn, c'mon

The middle of the night
We fight like barbarians in sight
Of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right
Till he drop that rhyme

The middle of the night
We fight like barbarians in sight
Of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right
Till he drop that rhyme

Uh, and some might say that it's a waste of time
Cause ain't no amount of dancing finna break the bondage
We go to war and transcend space and time
When every record ain't a record just to shake behinds
You know the stakes is high, we in the face of drama
That's why we can't shake it or escape the problem
It's like a game of roulette, the barrel revolving
They only want to see us occupying a coffin
Mothers crying too often from they lost child leaving
From trying to get over, get under, get even
Get inside getting, getting dumped, getting greedy
We got to get it right, it's not about to be easy (c'mon)
You best to pull your goggles up, it's about to get greasy
Believe it's on as long as we can still speak freely
The pages of my life will make it hard to free me
I know my people hearing me, holler if y'all believe me, word

The middle of the night
We fight like barbarians in sight
Of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right
Till he drop that rhyme

The middle of the night
We fight like barbarians in sight
Of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right
Till he drop that rhyme

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