Intimate War

Momma, momma, momma I'm alone Momma, momma, momma I'm alone Momma, momma, momma I'm alone Momma, momma, momma I'm alone They dress in state uniform above the law Enforce and engorged with the blood of the poor The sweat from their pores reeks of street whores These women unemployed and forced on bended fours But thin latex don't equate to safe sex They'll say yes and stave off rubber for flapping papers Blame it on hierarchy enslaving patriarchy In the eye anarchy caught sight of our fiend His walk is obscene as he stalks the coughing It's an odd thing coveting your green When Black America assume that they hate POLICE Got a brother in the tomb whose killers are Scott-free I'm a controlled anger, angling for your anchor Whatever holds this ship down I am vengeful In my soul a black hole will swallow you whole I've accumulated holding cells for due course Got no leaders who do the right thing (Yeah!) Bought more reasons for people to fight them (Woah!) The war's more intimate than the silence (Yeah!) Because our freedom, it suffers your violence (Woah!) Got no leaders who do the right thing (Yeah!) Bought more reasons for people to fight them (Woah!) The war's more intimate than the silence (Yeah!) Because our freedom, it suffers your violence (Woah!) I'm in a bar trying to discard the scars of hard labour Some ask the LORD for the word that might save them Spending the last dollar trying to find a blue collar But my squalor has been fathered by the squandering parliament And it's our problem again sanctions extended at length Trying to be triggering a rebellion from within From the outside looking in, this bowl of shit we're cooking in Middle finger to Western government, puppeteering my living Bring on the xenophobia, Zimbos are soldiering Know that your holes are boiling beyond smouldering I am your global reject but a failed abortion Stole away in the precinct and unveiled a coffin The problem with heroism is the part of my death And Why must I die for ideals to live? All the world's a stage as I pen my rage Ripping the entrails to leave a stench on the page Got no leaders who do the right thing (Yeah!) Bought more reasons for people to fight them (Woah!) The war's more intimate than the silence (Yeah!) Because our freedom, it suffers your violence (Woah!) Got no leaders who do the right thing (Yeah!) Bought more reasons for people to fight them (Woah!) The war's more intimate than the silence (Yeah!) Because our freedom, it suffers your violence (Woah!) Paradox in the TRUTH When I speak it so raw Leeches are feasting on a foetus in peace There's a lease agreement to appease the beasts Deceased is the need to release the greed Indeed they be teeming and feeding on arteries The glutinous tooth of the people who queue What ruined us, WHO we're accountable to NOBODY! But my body rocking probably coz of Molly Party hearty hardly dropping from the rowdy I'm about it if it's loudly drowning out the Bounty that is hounding I am proudly Probably living in the zen of my old folly Pacifism! What a gaudy sentiment Rock bottom is the solving of every problem If I could bottle the by-product of this struggling I'd swallow the hole of all human stumbling And finally prove that you are all FREE All you need to move is your own belief Yeah! Woah! Got no leaders who do the right thing (Yeah!) Bought more reasons for people to fight them (Woah!) The war's more intimate than the silence (Yeah!) Because our freedom, it suffers your violence (Woah!) Got no leaders who do the right thing (Yeah!) Bought more reasons for people to fight them (Woah!) The war's more intimate than the silence (Yeah!) Because our freedom, it suffers your violence (Woah!)