Gun Of A Son


Maxson,
What are you packing?
Is it a gun?
Boy don't be so dumb.
Put that thing down.
Guns are for clowns.
Come spend some time with me
I can show you peace & tranquility.
You're almost twenty.
Let me show you how life is suppose to be.
What you see, when you're at the movies
Is how I feel you been acting.
Son, please momma don't want you packing.
Hang with family, they'll guide you right.
Just don't be a pistol packing,
Graveyard stacking,
Son of a gun.
When you're suppose to be out having fun.

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