When the Gun Bangs

I stay in my own lane, steering dry of the train, Don't care about the fame, Just trying to make a name, So when the gun bangs, who lies in the aim? who dies when it flames Two lives in the drain, Who dies from the pain, Who cries from the gang Who lies when detained Who says they were framed from blowing out his brains He's dead! They exclaimed Tears flowing from the sane, The shooter is deranged Prison, his new domain But really who's to blame Family crying from the pain Funeral is not the same Who will cry when they sang? That's when the gun bangs..