[Verse 1 – Sermon Pulse / Machine-Gun Cadence] Didn’t grow up with a choice—grew up with a warning, Kitchen light flicker meant war by morning. Ain’t no badge showed up when the lock got cracked, So the handle got gripped, and the metal came back. It’s Gavel and Glock—I got both in my reach, One reads scripture, the other one preaches. You talk “due process”—I talk “duress,” Self-defense ain't clean when the ghosts don’t rest. Wasn’t trained to kill—but I learned in heat, When the court skipped town, and the DA asleep. You ever see your brother get boxed by lies? So you load the rebuttal, let the muzzle baptize. Now I ain’t sayin’ I wanted this flame, But I ain’t die waitin’ for someone to name What they did in that stairwell—flashbang sin, So I prayed through the safety, then chambered the hymn. [Hook – Legal Charge Flow] This is Gavel and Glock—holy and hot. The law didn’t shield me, the trigger did not. This ain’t revenge—it’s a loop, it’s a law. When survival’s illegal, the saints learn to draw. Gavel and Glock—Psalm and the plot. When the cops turned ghost, I unlearned the stop. Every chamber’s a chapter, every clip got a clause— This is field justice—retaliation with cause. [Verse 2 – Machine-Gun Cadence] You ever write statements in the steel of a night, Where the knock ain’t a neighbor—it’s a flash of light? And you the only judge in the concrete zone, Where the gavel’s a grip and the robe’s your own. I remember that scream in Apartment 9, No patrol, no tape, no forensic line. So I mapped my rights on a 9mm, Learned to file truth with a steel gate reader. It’s legal when they wear the badge, But when I protect mine, they call it mad. Nah. This ain’t no thrill, this a pact with fate— When the law won’t hold you, the war don’t wait. So I move like a shadow, heart rate sync, With a barrel for balance and a soul on the brink. They ain’t deputize me—but the grief did bless— Said, “Return what was taken, and return it with finesse.” [Hook – Legal Charge Flow] This is Gavel and Glock—holy and hot. The law didn’t shield me, the trigger did not. This ain’t revenge—it’s a loop, it’s a law. When survival’s illegal, the saints learn to draw. Gavel and Glock—Psalm and the plot. When the cops turned ghost, I unlearned the stop. Every chamber’s a chapter, every clip got a clause— This is field justice—retaliation with cause. [Verse 3 – Reflective Drift] I ain’t proud of the way my truth got loud, But I ain’t ashamed I stood when the silence bowed. They pushed me to choose: become chalk or defense, So I borrowed the thunder and baptized the tense. They said, “Turn the cheek,” but I’d already bled, Already seen peace face-down, full of lead. So I held both books—Scripture and steel, One for the grace, and one for the real. I ain’t worship violence—I mourn what it took, But survival’s a doctrine, not just a look. And if justice don’t walk in my neighborhood block— Then I’ll legislate truth with a Gavel and Glock. [Final Hook – Unified Delivery] This is Gavel and Glock—hymn and the shot. When the system went quiet, retaliation talked. This ain’t vengeance—it’s breath with a badge, Filed through fire when protection was slashed. Gavel and Glock—faith and the flinch. Some get the sermon, some get the pinch. Me? I got the oath in a smoke-filled verse, Where the trigger was legal... ‘cause death came first.
