IntroD/F#BmABmG.
Verse 1I'm washing my D/F#hands, I feel dirty, unkept and unBmclean
There's fake blood soaked into my jAeans and my body
My Bmmom doesn't like it, her Gboy's being violent
She said "Why do you have to D/F#die in the movies you make with my Bmsons?
And why with a gun?" and I'm sAtuck at the question
SBmtuck and my childhood is Gending in silence
Ending with my mother AcryingChorusA sBmtory I've never forGgot, her mom, the car, the lot
The Achurch, the shot, my Bmmom, twenty-one
I'll Gnever throw a Dpunch, I'll never touch a gun
GEven a fake oneVerse 2I'm washing my D/F#hair, three roommates in Washington BmHeights
They're fast asleep in the Anight and it's late
I Bmtry not to wake them
A Gtowel in my mouth to help with the pain from my D/F#head
A man threw a bottle in Bmfront of the huge pentecostal
And called me a Aword that I used to take sBmtraight to my heart
When GI tell it Dnow, GI skip around and leave Aout that partChorusA sBmtory I've never forGgot, the word, the heights, the cross
The cAhurch, the night, my Bmage, twenty-one
I'll Gnever throw a Dpunch, I'll never touch a gun
GEven if I could've used oneVerse 3They put up a D/F#painting of my grandmother in a muBmseum
It felt good to see it, Awe'll cook her recipes this Bmholiday season
I'll think of the Gman who attacked without reason
ANo recognition to be seen in his eyes
He's Bmtalking to no one and picking a fight with a sAtatue of christ
I reBmmember that night I Gwanted to hurt himOutroBut he wouldn't deAserve itBm
He wouldn't deD/F#serve it
He wouldn't Gdeserve
