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Simplified by Jey

hand on the barrel,
the cold steel to my head,
they say u never can hear it,
said i'd soon see the red,

i made it away,
an never went back,
they came an they found me,
found out that i rap,

they pulled out the pistol,
a throw away gat,
they said they wouldn't,
shoot me in the back,

they held up the gun,
though i saw a full clip,
the floor came up fast,
after the pistol whip,

bleeding un broken,
i stood back up,
I'm a soldier for life,
so trust that im tough,

he wanted to shoot me,
my cousin said no,
they fought back an forth,
then it cocked at my dome,

no tears an no pity,
it's how i was trained,
not a soldier for war,
just simplified in my brain,

semper fi?-aint no way,
but i'll never run scared,
put a bullet in my brain coward-
trust im prepared.