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KING 810: Black Rifle (Official Audio)

KING 810's official audio for "Black Rifle" from the new album SUICIDE KING, out now. Get SUICIDE KING here: https://king810.lnk.to/suicideID Store: http://king810.bigcartel.com Facebook:   / king810flint   Instagram:   / king810flint   Twitter:   / king810flint   a man came to me he said he’d save me he put his hands on me he called me family his voice sang to me he said he gave my name to me I asked him where he’d been he said he’d been with my friends my hands all in my skins crawling I’ve been rambling from the Midwest to New Orleans and I’ve met preachers they say that I’m a thinker they go deep but my scars go deeper what goes around comes around they say but I be prayin that it just ain’t true I got my black rifle my baby and my bible I ain’t slept in a week it’s got me higher than the Eiffel I been drug dealin and woman stealing I lost feelin back when we was children what the hell’s really goin on a woman came to me she said she’d save me she laid my body at the base of an ash tree I asked her business it wasn’t in forgiveness I heard her say that and felt fire where I laid at my hands all in my skins crawling I’ve ran from law men all around my city and I’ve met thinkers they say that I’m a dreamer they think deep but my scars run deeper what goes around comes around they say but I be prayin that it just ain’t true I got my black rifle my baby and my bible I ain’t slept in a week it’s got me higher than the Eiffel I been drug dealin and woman stealing I lost feelin back when we was children and I turned on my idols it was all about survival I killed my darlings I can’t say that I’m sorry what the hell’s really goin on I got my black rifle my baby and my bible what goes around comes around they say but I be prayin that it just ain’t true tell my brothers I hope they know I love em watch my sisters kiss all my cousins tell Clinton my uncle says he missed him tell Regean my auntie thinks he’s Satan have babies we don’t know how to raisem tell Haiti we don’t know that we’re crazy tell my mamma I’m sorry for the drama but tell your honor is death before dishonor I got my black rifle my baby and my bible