Level lock
Gun shaking in your fingers
You got shell shock
From the madness that lingers

No way, you say
I know that didn't happen
Didn't go down that way
Your mouth was just flappin

Then all at once
Trigger is sliding
What started as mouthin
Turns into bullets colliding

Wipe the sweat, ditch the gun
Suppress the whimper
And maybe next time
Try to control yo' temper.

Word.