Frankie's Got A Gun

FRANKIE'S GOT A GUN - Written by Carroll Bryant 

He walks the streets so I guess that he was born there 

Death lives in his eyes so maybe he's crazy 

Money in his pockets and his clothes are Italian made

Somebody out there wants to rain on his parade

There was a woman who gave him sweet attention 

They shot her down like a bitch in the night 

They robbed her of a life and robbed him of his ambition 

Now he won't stop until all of them are dead 

Frankie's got a gun and he knows how to use it

Frankie won't run

Sometimes it takes proof

Frankie tried to tell them but they wouldn't listen 

Now Frankie's gonna take them down for good

Frankie's got a gun 

He's in a tough profession but, it's all that he knows

It bought his condominium and the woman he loved so

He didn't think they would do it, he thought they were bluffing

He lives by a code that forbids love to grow 

His immortal thinking has left him with the answer

Show them what he's got and what he's made of 

Going straight to the top to find the king head horseman 

He isn't going to stop until all of them are done and through 

Frankie's got a gun and he knows how to use it

Frankie won't run

Sometimes it takes proof

Frankie tried to tell them but they wouldn't listen 

Now Frankie's gonna take them down for good

Frankie's got a gun 

Pull the trigger if you can 

Have you ever killed a man?

Did you ever have to try?

Did you think they wouldn't die?

Do you think you will live forever? 

You can play the game but, the game is called life

He walks the streets so I guess that he was born there 

Death lives in his eyes so maybe he's crazy 

Money in his pockets and his clothes are Italian made

Somebody out there wants to rain on his parade

Frankie's got a gun and he knows how to use it

Frankie won't run

Sometimes it takes proof

Frankie tried to tell them but they wouldn't listen 

Now Frankie's gonna take them down for good

Frankie's got a gun