16 Rounds and What Do You Got?

Some people just hope to make the best of what they’ve got            
But a black man's got a better shot of getting shot            
Some people ask “why can’t we all just get along?”            
Some people lived their whole lives here yet feel they don’t belong            
           
You load sixteen rounds, what do you got?            
Your last day older when the rounds get shot            
One ton of led, another one’s dead         
The ton on your shoulders is the bullet in your head            
           
ReBorn of the water that the Son made wine            
Buried the truth where the sun don’t shine            
We lifted up a shovel and dug a 6 foot hole            
Then the holy preacher said "God-bless his soul"            
           
You load sixteen rounds, what do you get?            
Another grave stone where another mother wept            
Satan, don't you call him 'cause we all know            
His life was taken 'fore his bell did toll            
           
Shot in the back crossing the law-man’s line            
Walkin’ from more trouble was his fatal crime            
The tale of the tape proved that the cops were lyin’            
But even guilty as sin can ya blame a cop for tryin’?            
           
You load sixteen rounds, what do you get?            
Another soul higher on society's debt      
Satan don't you call to claim his troubled soul         
Collected by a law-man with the spirit he stole            
           
If you see him comin', you’re on the wrong side            
Judgment ain’t your deal over those who died            
Satan, don't you call him 'cause he ain’t here         
His soul's already risen to the One you fear      
           
You load sixteen rounds, what do you got?            
Another ton loaded and another gunshot            
Satan, came a callin' 'bout a year too late            
The soul he should acquire fired 16 tons of hate