[Intro - Painful Soul Singing] Ooooh Lord... Another mama crying tonight... Another young king ain't coming home... Tell me what we fighting for? When we don't even own the ground... Put the guns away... Please put the guns away... [Verse 1 - Emotional Melodic Rap] Little brother seventeen, standing on the block, Got a pistol in his jeans and his eyes on the clock. Said he gotta hold it down, said he gotta earn respect, But his mama sitting home wondering who'll be next. He ain't never owned a house, never owned no land, But he'll risk his whole life for a corner where he stands. Talking 'bout "This my hood!" with his chest out proud, But the deed got another man's name written down. They fighting over streets that they don't even own, While the people making money sitting safe in their homes. Another candlelight vigil, another picture on a shirt, Another family left drowning in a lifetime of hurt. [Pre-Chorus - Soulful Singing] Tell me what we gaining? Tell me what we prove? Every time we lose a brother, It's the future that we lose. [Chorus - Powerful Gospel Soul] Put the guns away! We got babies to raise! Too many mothers crying, Too many early graves! Put the guns away! We got dreams to chase! Can't build a generation If we bury it away! Ohhh, put the guns away! Let our young kings live another day! We ain't gotta die for a street or a name, Put the guns away! [Verse 2 - Hard Truth Rap] Look around the city, watch the money circulate, Some communities build businesses, invest and educate. Buying up the property, passing wealth to their kids, While we losing our young men over things that they did. We got talent, got vision, got the power to create, But can't build a legacy if we're filling up the graves. Why we fighting for a corner when we could own the store? Why we arguing 'bout blocks when we could be buying more? They got plans for tomorrow, we got beef from last night, Everybody screaming loyalty, but nobody living right. You can't feed your family with a reputation alone, And you can't leave your children something that you never owned. Imagine all that energy turned into a business plan, Instead of drawing lines in streets, put a deed inside your hand. From the corner to the boardroom, we can change the whole game, Build something for our children that'll outlive our names. [Chorus - Emotional Male Vocals] Put the guns away! We got babies to raise! Too many mothers crying, Too many early graves! Put the guns away! We got dreams to chase! Can't build a generation If we bury it away! Ohhh, put the guns away! Let our young kings live another day! We ain't gotta die for a street or a name, Put the guns away! [Verse 3 - Storytelling, Heartbreaking] Two little boys grew up playing basketball, Same school, same dreams, same writing on the wall. One wrong argument turned into neighborhood pride, Now one's in a cell and the other's mama cries. One lost his freedom, one lost his breath, Both families living with the shadow of death. And the block they were fighting for? Still looks the same, New faces on the corner, same cycle, different names. Little sister asks, "When my brother coming home?" Mama holds his picture, sitting crying all alone. Daddy says, "I should've taught him another way," Now he's talking to a headstone with nothing left to say. This ain't entertainment, this is somebody's real life, Every bullet fired cuts a future like a knife. A moment full of anger can destroy a thousand days, And nobody wins when another family breaks. [Bridge - Gospel Choir and Male Lead] What if we bought the block? Instead of dying on the block? What if we built the schools? Instead of breaking every rule? What if we raised our sons To put their pride in what they've done? What if we taught our daughters That their dreams are worth much more? [Spoken - Deep Emotional Voice] You don't have to prove you're solid by dying. You prove you're solid by living. By raising your children. By protecting your family. By building something that lasts. [Final Chorus - Full Choir] PUT THE GUNS AWAY! WE GOT BABIES TO RAISE! Too many mothers crying, Too many early graves! PUT THE GUNS AWAY! LET OUR CHILDREN SEE BETTER DAYS! We ain't gotta die for a corner or a name, We got a whole generation left to save! [Outro - Tearful Soul Vocals] That street don't love you... That corner can't hold you... That reputation won't raise your son... But your family needs you... Your children need you... Your community needs you... Put the guns away... Please... Put the guns away... GRIND U-N-I-V... Time don't stop... So the grind don't stop...
