I woke up this morningnIt was still daynFound my dog underneath the ChevroletnI knew things would go wrongnI Got back home and my home was gonenSo I grabbed a gun nAnd walked down into the streetnI tried to find some enemies to meetnAnd now I'm lookingnYeah still searchingnFor a place with my guns in handnnbecause nnThey can't tell me what I can or cannot donAnd I won't hold them by the handnThey can lay on the ground while I snipe from the topnAnd see their life turn into sand nnLet me tell ya whynnIt's a problemnNo it's not a problem, man!n