[Verse 1]

Finger on the trigger, feel the metal in my palm

Heartbeat drummin’ on the one, but I’m tryna stay calm

Little motion, big moment, whole life in a sec

Split decision, now you livin’ with a life-long debt

When it jumps from the muzzle, it don’t argue or think

Just a straight-line thought, never stoppin’ to blink

You can’t bargain with that travel once the barrel is sung

What’s done is done when a bullet leaves a gun

[Scratch] “What’s… done… is done…”

Mama told me, “Watch the words that you spit from your tongue”

Same way you watch the shots that you spit from the drum

’Cause a sentence or a cartridge, when they’re finally sprung

They can rip through a future that ain’t even begun

Kids playin’ on the corner, then the wrong vibe comes

One pull, one pop, now the whole block numbs

No rewind, no edit, can’t re-cut that run

Time freezes in the moment that the bullet leaves the gun

[Scratch] “Can’t take it back!”

[Chorus]

Once it flies, it don’t fly back, nah

Straight path, no sidetrack, nah

Cold lead, no mind, no soul

Just the weight of a hand losin’ control

Hear the sirens sing over kick and snare

Whole crowd lookin’ up like, “This ain’t fair”

You can pray, you can wish, but the journey’s begun

You can’t stop a bullet once it leaves the gun

[Scratch] “Leave the gun… leave the gun…”

[Verse 2]

Yo, I seen brothers talk tough, then they talk to the judge

Talk steel, then they steel-face the time with a grudge

They were braggin’ ’bout their pieces, now they piece it together

How one second in bad weather changed life forever

You was flossin’ with the weapon like it made you a king

Now your freedom got a limit like a phone with a ring

All that macho bravado, all that “look where I’m from”

Got erased in a flash when the bullet left the gun

Internal rhymes in my mind like the shots in a clip

Tryna line ’em in a pattern that’ll stop you from the trip

I ain’t preachin’ from a pulpit, just a booth with a drum

Tryna show you where it leads when the bullet leaves the gun

[Scratch] “Boom-bap, step back!”

See, a trigger’s like an anger that you never address

You keep squeezin’ every problem till you livin’ in stress

But that squeeze got a cost when the metal gets spun

You pay full, no refund, when the bullet leaves the gun

We lose leaders, lil’ dreamers, to the sound of a bang

Whole choir fall silent when a misfire sang

This for every young soul that we lost to the stun

Not a flex, just a warning ’bout a bullet from a gun

[Scratch] “Not a flex… just a warning…”

[Bridge]

If I could grab it mid-air, I would pull it right back

Turn the slug into a sentence on a positive track

Trade the blast for a bass line, trade the fear for the drums

Turn the shots into shouts sayin’, “Here love comes”

But life ain’t built on “maybe,” only “did” and “done”

You can’t rewrite the journey of a bullet from a gun

[Break]

[Scratch] “Re-re-rewind… life don’t rewind…”

Crowd with they hands up, but this ain’t no rob

This is arms to the sky if you down with the job

Use beats, use bars, not a barrel to stun

Let the power in your art be the power of your run

[Drop]

Drums drop out, just the bass and the breath

Voice cut sharp like it’s dancin’ with death

Then the kick comes back, let the whole booth thump

Let the message hit harder than the shot you dump

[Scratch] “Use your mic, not your gun!”

[Scratch] “Once it’s gone… it’s gone…”