Lyrics:
of yours
Breaking up our civil war
Don't leave me brokenhearted
Don't walk away from me
Don't finish what we started, I still believe
When you love somebody
Listen to me
A knock on the door, there's a letter from the war
Saying, "Greetings, we want you"
If I refuse to fight they say that that ain't right
by your blackmail
You won't blackmail me
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I've got my kit
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin'
That's why I'm with you to this day boo no
with a vengeance
Unintentional civil war
My mind is unpredictable
I’m pining for control
Like a clock, a voice in my mind
Tick-tick, talking all
And I knew who I was but it got lost
Listening to the image lies that I was told to be
Like sex isn’t love and it doesn’t have to be real
And giving up
But our dark skin don't even matter, civil war and it's time to gather
Black lives is what they're after, our excellence is glowing with stature (Huh)
of women
I know what you’re thinking
That’s just redundant
Chicks got it good now
They can almost be president
But it's worker against worker
Time
to its owner
A ledge is where their leading ya
It’s no longer one nation under god
It’s a civil war their starting and that’s how they’ll be defeating us
Souljah tried to told ya
They want to start a race war
Brobama got elected
Some call it a "whitelash" in this election
The White supremacy strikes back
Past
in my class then
But then I got booked which
Equaled up to my absence
That was an addition to your buzz but
Now I'm bout to subtract it
So simplifying
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin' (by)
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
Even when the skies
our mistakes
The weaker ones are left behind
The wounded, good as dead
So tell me who you think you are
We’ll handle this like men
We’ve all got civil
coco
Smokin' dope from my crop grower
The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor
How could you not notice? I
Come from that rock culture (Rock)
Star
We’ve got to choose acts of compassion
We’ve got to blessings to masses
We’ve got to be civil and noble
Let’s feed every person that’s hungry
Put our
I say the war shouldn't stop
Until these playa-hatin' niggas body rott (body rott)
Nigga the war shouldn't stop
Until these motherfuckin cops body
A civil blood that blew
Our family clean away,
The wolf he ran on in,
He tore it to the grave.
Our civil blood well
We left it out to long
Two
Don't put your homies in it that's war it's not civil
Try to solve my riddle time to bite your bullet nigga
Got to get myself in check
Got to go chase
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin'
That's why I'm with you to this day boo no
the morning
But I ain't even at my mom's
Crib, somewhere else waking up yawning
Mind's whirling
From last night got high as a
Trying to get by with
Our little
Quick! Get inside!
Girl you think I'm blind?
I am eagle-eyed
Boy, I'm watching you!
You've got a job to do
An oath that you swore to
Quick! Get
freedom ain't free, we got to do it together
That means (what?), by whatever means necessary
I'm doing God's work, so that means I'm too blessed to worry
the U.S. Civil War.
They were under Irish patronage.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
but I got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit made me hit a time
Africa, Palestine and Libya
Civil unrest, civil wars spanning the globe
Ordinary civilians feeling foreign when in their homes
It's only optics
Preach it,
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