

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Mm Walk with me [Verse 1] Mama said “baby, be careful” I said “Mama, this world ain’t fairful” Skin like mine get stared at Blue lights flash, they don’t care back Got pulled over, hands on the dash Heart so loud felt ready to crash They called backup, three more cars For one Black man and a rusted Ford I remember uncles on that porch Talking ’bout names carved into church doors Said “boy, this country love our songs But hate our breath if we live too long” So I keep calm but I stay aware Every sideways look, every heavy stare Trust getting thin like the soles on my shoes So I pray, then I load, then I tie my shoes [Chorus] ’Cause this steel on my side make me feel like I ain’t helpless Got my hand on my hope when this world treat me like I’m worthless I don’t trust this town, I don’t trust their calls to service My guns make me feel safer than their empty Sunday verses Yeah, my steel on my side, that’s my comfort in the chaos In a world that see my color as a weapon when they weigh us If they looking for a victim, tell ’em I ain’t on that playlist My guns make me feel safer when this whole place feelin’ racist [Verse 2] Walk in the store, bell ding at the door Eyes follow me like I’m ready for war Clerk hand shaking on the silent alarm I just wanted bread and some peanut butter jars News on mute in the break room screen Another man shot, looked a lot like me They say “wrong place, wrong time” Same script, same lines So I did the paperwork, signed my name Background check just to say I’m sane Learned that safety like Scripture lines Clean that barrel, clear your mind I don’t wave it, I don’t boast I just keep it where I reach the most ’Cause I seen what fear in their eyes can do And I’m tired being target practice too [Chorus] ’Cause this steel on my side make me feel like I ain’t helpless Got my hand on my hope when this world treat me like I’m worthless I don’t trust this town, I don’t trust their calls to service My guns make me feel safer than their empty Sunday verses Yeah, my steel on my side, that’s my comfort in the chaos In a world that see my color as a weapon when they weigh us If they looking for a victim, tell ’em I ain’t on that playlist My guns make me feel safer when this whole place feelin’ racist [Bridge] I ain’t looking for a body count (nah) I’m just trying to make it back to the house (that’s all) Kiss my kids, wipe dust off boots Count these blessings, guard these roots If they fear my shadow on they lawn I can’t sleep on faith alone So I pray, then I lock that door And I keep that metal by the drawer (yeah) [Chorus] ’Cause this steel on my side make me feel like I ain’t helpless Got my hand on my hope when this world treat me like I’m worthless I don’t trust this town, I don’t trust their calls to service My guns make me feel safer than their empty Sunday verses Yeah, my steel on my side, that’s my comfort in the chaos In a world that see my color as a weapon when they weigh us If they looking for a victim, tell ’em I ain’t on that playlist My guns make me feel safer when this whole place feelin’ racist
Tags
rap, Haunting Southern trap beat with swung drums, detuned organ, and deep 808 glide; male vocals half-spoken, half-sung. Verses stay intimate and close-mic'd, ad-libs tucked back; hook widens with stacked harmonies and a churchy pad, sub hitting harder on each chorus. Sparse guitar plucks in turnarounds, light tape saturation for grit., world
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2/13/2026