War
Common
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Lil Mark get shot, Lil Reese and them Little niggas, it's hard to find peace in them Chiraq, they say it's Middle Easterin' Put your flames in the air for the deceased to them Young soldiers who never got to become older Dogtagged in the body bag Police kept the knot he had Plus he had weed in his system Never knew at 13 they could enlist them Momma kissed him, body was colder She was shaking, I tried to hold her Tears on my shoulder, he was supposed to Be going to his junior year, this is his funeral year Pall-bearers, all looking like kids Some faces show anger, some show tears No mustaches, no beards Probably had the same aspirations as his On a mission, staring in the distance It never stop like the Muslims and Christians We under-21 gun salute them Just to go back and recruit them I'm talkin' 'bout war To all the killas and the hundred dolla billas Real hittas who ain't got no feelins To all the killas and the hundred dolla billas Real hittas who ain't got no feelins There's a war going on inside, no man is safe from, goin on Going on, there's a war going on inside, no man is safe from Or can escape from, take one wars from the same place that hate from Gang wars used to be about the nations Now it's cliques with clips and hittas is missing They hit the innocent now they families miss him Death do kissed him, in his last breath he wishing But no option so he assume position It don't stop, hittas killing women and children Angels cried, that's supposed to be God's decision Collisions of cliques named after rap groups Except wearing Jordans instead of black boots Black troops trade war stories reminiscent of glory Walk the walk of those before me since I was a shorty Seen slugs and drugs and unemployment Terror town y'all was my first deployment The life of a soldier ain't nothing to toy with I'm living in this shit while the world exploit it War To all the killas and the hundred dolla billas Real hittas who ain't got no feelins To all the killas and the hundred dolla billas Real hittas who ain't got no feelins My basic training was aiming, hustling, banging, changing niggas up Cause of what they did to us, nigga, I don't give a f*ck It's do or die in the Chi and I ain't lived enough Hoping for some visitors of war, I'm a prisoner Politicians they did enough, want to get rid of us Hopped in the back as soon as the shots hit the truck Looked at my son I could see his soul Shot and killed at three years old War! We are at war!
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