SIGN OF THE GUN

You see I'm fearless,'cause I think everyday I'm dying
I don't look to the sky, I stopped crying
Hypochondriac, I'd trade it in if I could 
My good angel waged a war with the bad one, turn him good
Back to the line before last, rather be a nympho insomniac, I'm already that
Staying up late nights, plotting schemes
Dreaming of ways to fuck the man, live out my dreams
This shit is real, you make the sign of the cross
Round here we live by the gun

Jesus died for our sins, Mary gave birth through immaculate conception, only son
Big said he was "ready to die", ' cause when it comes to fighting you're sure to run
 
Genius or god sent, smart enough to know what Tom Petty meant
It's easy to succumb to life's blows,' cause coming down is the hardest thing
Feeling like I need to validate my actions, in the city of dreams
Same streets that gave birth to Bruce Springsteen, Boss
But that's a rare feat, there's mostly losers down most streets 
They said men like me end up in dead or in jail
Theres only two lanes on our path to prevail 
Matt wade said "We'll find a way" and...
losers in Vegas always claim today's the day

Jesus died for our sins, Mary gave birth through immaculate conception, only son
Big said he was "ready to die", ' cause when it comes to fighting you're sure to run