Renegades

Sometimes I feel like a loaded gun
 Sometimes I feel like I'm one in a chamber
 Ready took his shot gun, it shot out
 Just one in a chamber
 Ready, like a loaded gun
 I got blue wheels on a Harley blazin' a trail in the sun rays
 Me and this lady, man, it's like church on a Sunday
 I'm up from my rocker but rock and roll is my papa
 Raised me up on this gasoline, Billy Jean was my mama
 Broken hearts turned to spoken art, my blood is like lava
 Hard as a rock when I'm cold, yet I can flow just like water
 Grew up with people that's lethal, grew up with hustling daughters
 Mothers and fathers alike, like it or not when you saw us
 Live my life like a rebel, the devil's hot on my tracks
 But I won't run from my demons, no, I embrace them in fact
 So remember my spirit, when that Slumerican flag waves
 From entrepreneurs to losers, users and runaways
 Ready, like a loaded gun
 Sometimes I feel ready like a loaded gun
 For entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades
 For factory workers, servers and hustlers all the same
 Single mothers and others, nobodies, prisoners, no-names
 For entrepreneurs, losers to users and runaways
 Alcohol in my system to face the system of living
 Marijuana rolled up, money on tables for women
 For the strippers and divas
 For those who didn't believe us
 We went from single wide homes to homes with twenty foot ceilings
 You may say you hate money, money isn't the issue with you
 And all of your bullshit, you bullshit me and I miss you
 Save your tears for your love, smile when love ain't around
 I'm in the booth for my family, yes I'm holding you down
 Keep pressing play every day
 And if they hate, let them hate
 Believe in you and that's all you can do, so fuck what they say
 And remember my spirit when that Slumerican flag waves
 From entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades
 Ready, like a loaded gun
 Sometimes I feel ready like a loaded gun
 For entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades
 For factory workers, servers and hustlers all the same
 Single mothers and others, nobodies, prisoners, no-names
 For entrepreneurs, losers to users and runaways
 Sometimes I feel like a loaded gun
 Sometimes I feel like I'm one in a chamber
 Ready took his shot gun, it shot out
 Just one in a chamber
 Ready, like a loaded gun