Lyrics:
marijuana
Rome by the home copiana from mama drama
Chase blood like a piranha, sleepy eyes from that ganja
Left your neighborhood burning in flames, just
How come no one told me
that love means
waging a war
It makes me wonder
what was I fighting for
How come no one told me
It would hurt this much
when
to the streets
Born to the anger, born as a stranger, in a world with no peace
Never had a choice, never knew nothing more than a war that I wish would cease
Man I
like a great light
Hate nights, 'cause my mind can never stay quiet
These wars that I fight they leave me dead like
Is my head right? Is this hell
wise and awkward
through the Winter and War it will survive
I Need a people who will hold and help me out
of the pit I'm in my flower is waiting
people
and war
after all, you own a piece of my heart
anyhow and everywhere
you are still there
try to realize
it all has passed by
it is here where the cheery
and purgatory.
The battle (slaughter) starts, the war begins and you will never see it coming
Steel cuts flesh, the hammer crushes skulls and swords divide
but he steals the untimely death To be fooled by the new wealth To find joy m their death And he awoke the feelings To never cheat life again How can
Attacking lower house law
Why haven't we cut the fucken cord
Seventeen in a Leeton high school
Taught by Rohm part time
Host playschool
What do I believe?
the page)
A vision, resolution, friends and allies, easy come
The golden moments, our lifestyle depends on your children, we're doomed if
the war is over,
BEFORE
GREAT ADVENTURES, LOVE AND WAR
BUT I WAS FRAMED BY THE KING OF LIES
HE TOOK MY SOUL - HE TOOK MY LIFE
I SAW THE LIGHT THAT BURNED MY EYES
WHAT I
the moment
The future just was history
Intelligent, they gasped
The industry detected
I knew superstarts who now can get arrested
Love rhymes off the shit I
masturbation
Satan's coroner, kiddies lock your door, it's the art of war
Spittin' horrorcore since Lionel Richie was a commodore
Its 'M' for Murder Hitchcock,
I
Pull it together.
Even the score.
Brothers all fighting til Mom kicked in the door. Bobby at war. Maybe I'm ready.
Why's momma sad?
Fallin' forever.
Haunted by the power
The obsession in my mind
Voices from the darkside
Call the dead to reach the grave
Crying for existence
Visions of a dying
I'll never get rocked by a chicken
I know you lame niggas know my position
I came from the same ghetto you live in
With no pot to piss in
So believe
one of ours
Run along, boy, if you don't want a war
I got a prize, motherfucker, it's The Pulitzer
Woop, woop
It's Ferro Dinero
They say that
by
Conscience says, "I'm okay"
You don't hear what they say
"He's not my son, search his home"
Off to war
It's time to go hide inside
Soft
I was born, and I was made by the hands of marmalade
I've got legends in my blood; I've got Indians in my veins
And in the year of '44 Grandpaw went
a flash
He'll crack the darkness like a razor's slash
But he loves and he cares
He'll pick you up when you're in despair
His arms are huge
By
(WHAT?)
Every time right before we shower and pray (HA!)
You damn right the AK, symbolizes Jihad
But a holy war, is a conversation with God
You bitch niggaz
the war room gettin' hard,
Just wear your dress blues you know you look so damn dashing.
Don't be shy, Sally won't bite you,
'Cause she got her pants
the Madras still in the kitchen smokes a twenty-deck fags
Body bags come back on planes from war torn Iraq
It's the stark naked truth, a dark aftermath
Baby
ruined
‘Cause every stone will crumble down to dust, to dust, to dust
And I say love thy neighbor, and I say fuck thy hater
There’s nothing I can’t solve
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