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The story starts with the gun fumblin
Accidental discharge, bullet tumblin
Click clack, hot one had him stumblin
Back from the impact, he mumblin
See, there go his sophomore year, attending Cumberland
And he was on a break from school
And not the type of kid who would have to take his tool
Studied righteousness, Western Asia Kemet too
Same tumblin' bullet left a blemish, ooh
And the bumblin' fool, the one to fumbled the gun
To begin with, twenty years from mother and son
Still fightin' cases, he's still jugglin' one
What you mean you didn't know the kid? What is you, dumb
Anyways, bless, R.I.P. to somebody's son
The blick go blamma! Catch a bullet, somebody run
Somebody doin' this with somebody gun
Uh-huh, a bunch of losses, but ain't nobody won