In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Damn
Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they want
I don't get to say shit
Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
Sell me, throw me away
Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me, right
Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit
It's like I'm a motherfuckin' gun
I can't believe this shit
Word up (word up)
I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab me, bullets spray
They use me wrong, so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel, for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats, they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They pull me out, I watch as niggas scattered
Makin' me kill, but what I feel, it never mattered
When I'm empty, I'm quiet
Finding myself fiendin' to be fired
A broken safety, niggas place me in shelves, under beds
So I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keepin' me full up with hollow heads
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
Always I'm in some shit
My abdomen is the clip, the barrel is my dick
Uncircumcised, pull my skin back and cock me
I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggas shock me
I see niggas bleedin', runnin' from me in fear
Stunningly, tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys
For years I've been used in robberies
Givin' niggas heart to follow me
Placin' peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up TEC with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin' one day police would place
Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin', made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo, I had some other plans
Like the next time the beef is on, I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that TEC that kept cryin'
'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty, it's clear
He's bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin' in
Open the shelf, his eyes bubblin'
He said it was on, I felt his palm troubled him
Shakin', somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin'
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin'
My creation was for Blacks to kill Blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally go off, makin' niggas memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing niggas is waitin' in Hell for him
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge
Sick of the blood, sick of the thugs
Sick of wrath of the next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad niggas screamin', niggas runnin', cops is comin'
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn
Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they want
I don't get to say shit
Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
Sell me, throw me away
Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me, right
Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit
It's like I'm a motherfuckin' gun
I can't believe this shit
Word up (word up)
I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab me, bullets spray
They use me wrong, so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel, for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats, they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They pull me out, I watch as niggas scattered
Makin' me kill, but what I feel, it never mattered
When I'm empty, I'm quiet
Finding myself fiendin' to be fired
A broken safety, niggas place me in shelves, under beds
So I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keepin' me full up with hollow heads
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
Always I'm in some shit
My abdomen is the clip, the barrel is my dick
Uncircumcised, pull my skin back and cock me
I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggas shock me
I see niggas bleedin', runnin' from me in fear
Stunningly, tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys
For years I've been used in robberies
Givin' niggas heart to follow me
Placin' peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up TEC with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin' one day police would place
Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin', made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo, I had some other plans
Like the next time the beef is on, I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that TEC that kept cryin'
'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty, it's clear
He's bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin' in
Open the shelf, his eyes bubblin'
He said it was on, I felt his palm troubled him
Shakin', somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin'
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin'
My creation was for Blacks to kill Blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally go off, makin' niggas memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing niggas is waitin' in Hell for him
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge
Sick of the blood, sick of the thugs
Sick of wrath of the next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad niggas screamin', niggas runnin', cops is comin'
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn
Lyrics submitted by spliphstar
I Gave You Power Lyrics as written by Christopher E Martin Nasir Jones
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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