Lyrics

[Intro – Spoken Word, over slow ambient beat]
It don’t choose who it serves…
Just who holds it next.
Same weight. Same cold steel.
Same lie dressed like truth.
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[Verse 1 – Sung, slow and moody]
Midnight breathin’ down my neck,
Smoke from a story that ain’t over yet.
Hands change, but the curse don't fade,
Every shot’s got a name it never forgets.
In a box under beds, in a drawer full of dust,
Whispers echoin' louder than trust.
It’s not about right, it’s not about wrong—
It’s what you do when the silence is gone.
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[Chorus – Soulful, rising]
This gun got a memory,
Etched in blood and pride…
You pull, you lie,
But you can’t hide.
This gun knows legacy,
From the West to the war to now—
It don’t care where you come from,
It just asks: “What you gonna do now?”
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[Verse 2 – Spoken Word/Rap]
Logan made it with trembling hands,
Truth forged in fire, sweat, and a plan.
Said it’d be his last—but legends lie,
Now it’s a ghost in every lullaby.
Outlaws, soldiers, suits in the city,
All held it once—none held it pretty.
It sings in your palm, hums in your soul,
But it don’t ever sleep, and it don’t grow old.
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[Chorus – Repeat, fuller, layered vocals]
This gun got a memory,
Etched in blood and pride…
You pull, you lie,
But you can’t hide.
This gun knows legacy,
From the West to the war to now—
It don’t care where you come from,
It just asks: “What you gonna do now?”
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[Bridge – minimal beat, ambient drop]
Boom. Silence.
Boom. Regret.
You carry it forward,
But you can't forget.
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[Outro – Vocal Fade]
Same trigger…
New story…
Same curse…
No glory.
Welcome to the journey… of a gun.