G#mF#
A man came to me, he said he’d save me
EEm
He put his hands on me, he called me family
BD#
His voice sang to me, he said he gave my name to me
G#m
I asked him where he’d been, he said he’d been with my friends
[Pre-Chorus 1]
F#
My hands all in, skin's crawling
EB
I’ve been rambling from the Midwest to New Orleans and I
D#
I’ve met preachers, they say that I’m a thinker
G#m
They go deep but my scars go deeper
E
What goes around comes around they say
D#
But I be prayin' that it just ain’t true
[Chorus]
G#mG#
I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible
F#Fm
I ain’t slept in a week, it’s got me higher than the Eiffel
E
I been drug dealing, woman stealing
D#
I lost feeling back when we was children and I
G#m
What the hell really goin' on?
[Verse 2]
F#
A woman came to me, she said she’d save me
EEm
She laid my body at the base of an ash tree
BD#
I asked her business, it wasn’t in forgiveness
G#m
I heard her say that and felt fire where I laid at
F#
My hands all in, my skin's crawling
E
I ran from lawmen all around my city and I
BD#
I’ve met thinkers, they say that I’m a dreamer
G#m
They think deep but my scars run deeper
E
What goes around comes around they say
D#
But I be prayin' that it just ain’t true
[Chorus]
G#mG
I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible
F#Fm
I ain’t slept in a week, it’s got me higher than the Eiffel
E
I been drug dealing, woman stealing
D#D#m
I lost feeling back when we was children
G#mD#
And I turned on my idols, it was all about survival
BF
I, I killed my darlings, I can’t say that I’m sorry
EC#m
What the hell’s really goin' on?
D#
What the hell really goin' on?
G#mD#
I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible
BFm
Black rifle, my baby and my Bible
EC#m
I got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible
D#
Black rifle, yeah
E
What goes around comes around they say
D#
But I be prayin' that it just ain’t true
[Bridge]
G#mF#
Tell my brothers, I hope they know I love 'em
EEm
Watch my sisters, kiss all my cousins
BD#
Tell Clinton, my uncle says he missed him
B
Tell Reagan, my auntie thinks he’s Satan
G#mA#
Have babies, we don’t know how to raise 'em
BC#
Tell Haiti, we don’t know that we’re crazy
D#
Tell my mama, I’m sorry for the drama but
G#mB
Tell your honor, it's death before dishonor
[Chorus]
G#mD#
Got my black rifle, my baby and my Bible
BFm
Black rifle, my baby and my Bible
EC#m
Black rifle, my baby and my Bible
D#
Black rifle, yeah
[Outro]
G#mBC#mEC#mD#G#mD#BFmED#G#mD#BFmEC#mD#G#m