King 810 - Black rifle

^G#mA man came to me,^F# he said he’d save me ^EHe put his hands on me,^Em he called me family ^BHis voice sang to me, ^D#he said he gave my name to me ^G#mI asked him where he’d been, he said he’d been with my friends

My hands all in, s^F#kin's crawling ^EI’ve been rambling from the Midwest to New Orleans and^B I I’ve met preachers, t^D#hey say that I’m a thinker ^G#mThey go deep but my scars go deeper

W^Ehat goes around comes around they say ^D#But I be prayin' that it just ain’t true

I got my^G#m black rifle, my^G# baby and my Bible ^F#I ain’t slept in a week, ^Fmit’s got me higher than the Eiffel ^EI been drug dealing, woman stealing ^D#I lost feeling back when we was children and I

^G#mWhat the hell really goin' on? [Verse 2] A woman came to me,^F# she said she’d save me ^EShe laid my body at ^Emthe base of an ash tree ^BI asked her business, i^D#t wasn’t in forgiveness ^G#mI heard her say that and felt fire where I laid at

My hands all in, m^F#y skin's crawling ^EI ran from lawmen all around my city and I ^BI’ve met thinkers, th^D#ey say that I’m a dreamer ^G#mThey think deep but my scars run deeper

^EWhat goes around comes around they say But I be^D# prayin' that it just ain’t true

I got my ^G#mblack rifle, my^G baby and my Bible I^F# ain’t slept in a week, it’s ^Fmgot me higher than the Eiffel I been dr^Eug dealing, woman stealing ^D#I lost feeling back when we was ch^D#mildren And I ^G#mturned on my idols, it was ^D#all about survival I, I ^Bkilled my darlings, I c^Fan’t say that I’m sorry

^EWhat the hell’s really goin'^C#m on? ^D#What the hell really goin' on? I got my ^G#mblack rifle, my^D# baby and my Bible ^BBlack rifle, my b^Fmaby and my Bible I got my^E black rifle, my^C#m baby and my Bible ^D#Black rifle, yeah ^EWhat goes around comes around they say But I b^D#e prayin' that it just ain’t true

^G#mTell my brothers, I ^F#hope they know I love 'em ^EWatch my sisters, ^Emkiss all my cousins ^BTell Clinton, my ^D#uncle says he missed him ^BTell Reagan, my auntie thinks he’s Satan ^G#mHave babies, we do^A#n’t know how to raise 'em ^BTell Haiti, we d^C#on’t know that we’re crazy ^D#Tell my mama, I’m sorry for the drama but T^G#mell your honor, it's^B death before dishonor

Got my bl^G#mack rifle, my ^D#baby and my Bible ^BBlack rifle, my ba^Fmby and my Bible ^EBlack rifle, my baby and ^C#mmy Bible ^D#Black rifle, yeah