The Great Equalizer

Running away, running away, running away, that is not my forte
 Don't bring it to me, bring it to me, bring it to me (or my way)
 I know the sight of a gun makes you squeamish
 Can't help it, I was born in Texas
 Keep my head on a swivel and alert
 What it's worth, it's a perk we assigned guns at birth not absurd...
 That we choose to keep it on our hip
 Inside the waistband with the siggy sig sig (sig sig)
 Smith & Wesson we don't say it for the bragging
 I'd rather have and not needed than need it and not happen to have it
 Sorry, it's you I don't need
 Can't help me nor save me
 That nine, gives me some peace of mind
 Can't threaten me nor phase me
 Running away, running away, running away, that is not my forte
 Running away, running away, running away, that is not my forte
 Don't bring it to me, bring it to me, bring it to me, or my way
 Gun control what they spout
 Funny 'cause control is all it's 'bout
 Let me be as clear as can be
 I don't care about what the other countries do, what that gotta do with me
 (My voice, my choice, he's scared, unprepared)
 Sorry, it's you I don't need
 Can't help me nor save me
 That nine, gives me some peace of mind
 Can't threaten me nor phase me
 I don't care that you're scared of a rifle
 You don't even know what's a magazine
 Pipe down!
 The police don't protect and you march
 You're scared of ARs and you want me disarmed
 Don't get it twisted if I had to I'd box
 But you are my enemy bro, both you and the cops
 My first take's to de-escalate but don't make the mistake
 Of threatening me or my family if you value your chest space
 'Cause I'm shooting center mass
 Sorry, it's you I don't need
 Can't help me nor save me
 That nine, gives me some peace of mind
 Can't threaten me nor phase me
 Running away, running away, running away, that is not my forte
 Don't bring it to me, bring it to me, bring it to me