Lyrics:
live to love another day
And some of us won't
But we all know there is a law
And that law, it is love
And we all know there's a war coming
Coming
hit the brakes
The bitches came out, so we the niggas they would chase
Envy was the norm, we the children in the corn
Black male, pickin' cotton,
And the girl inside the woman,
who came over to sit by my side,
And when she smiled the whole world stopped,
It was then I heard the echoes of a child;
buried alive by all of the lies inside our lives
And now we got our hope tonight
The Lord's alive!
Praise God for the life
Of Christ's sacrifice
Gave His
by material necessity
No roman blood for war
Rebellion grows
Mercenary for hire
Losing faith five hundred years about to crumble
Underneath
from the skies
Nowhere to run and hide, everybody's gonna die
You can duct tape all your windows but the smell is still inside
[Chorus]
[Jumpsteady]
We
I always came back busting rhymes that were special
Back then, I wanted to impress you by addressing the truth
Nowadays, I'm just confessing in
dirt
But then I had conquered this (then I accomplished this)
I'm on that purp like a unicorn after I came from The Dungeon (yee, yee)
We can do
cause we are in Hell
Trapped in our minds, locked in A cell
Locked in ourselves, no one can Tell
Wars outside and inside now
It’s parallel, I feel
the stamps get you
The way we lamp, fans come and get you
Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at
The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack
the stamps get you
The way we lamp, fans come and get you
Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at
The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack
the
Decomposing landscapes eroding the roman empires
No wonder I always got high in high school
We gon let it go
Blue flower
Lady in red heals
Decomposing matter
One, two
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell 'em boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say,
Too many days
Too many nights
Counting lights as we drive by
Our homes from when
We were kids
It's getting old
It's getting cold
As the wind takes
smell
Did he get it from us or did we get it from Adolf
Either way I'm impressed gotta take my hat off
Born during Nam so call me a war child
Came out
Margarita was waiting inside,
With her long black hair hanging down beneath the red light,
And she smiled, for the boys coming home from the war,
The boys
about
But they touched a made man Now it's time to take them out
I tried to hold back
But my mind made up
Didn't want war
But it's done came up
Death
going on and on
And roaming more than a roaming zone in Roman's home
In the middle of a Roman Dome
Inside of my skull
Is a beast that's filled with this
A War for hearts and minds we're never gonna win it
Feels like it's been a day but it's only been a minute
50 of my homies laying up inside the clinic
these wars, these wars, these wars, yeah,
These are religious wars,
Fighting for God,
Maybe we’ll win it in the spirit if we try.
God will take a lot
to death that's painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playing God
But having children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We
I'm at war in this shit
I'm at war
You either kill or be killed in this shit man
Shit is not no game
Came from the bottom I know how it felt
Shit get
dream who would not accomplish more
Come on home from war. Come on home from war ya'It's that old less is more thing, thing, thing, thing
And deep inside
Divide and conquer
Roman strategies
Got people on knees screaming
I can't breathe
It's not momentarily
We don't need the monitor, TV media
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