Casualties of War

Do you have any idea how Mozart died Mozart? Nah You don’t Nah, not really Mozart worked so hard on his music Yeah That it literally killed him Aw, that’s crazy Did you hear what I just said That’s crazy, my nigga Black Baethoven This motherfucker worked so hard on his music That it sent him to the grave You know what I gotta say about that I'm a slave to the music, got Mozart's spirit living within me Too bad there's no more heart in the city We living sadiddy, what a shame We sacrifice humility for the sake of fame, what a tragedy Our people bound in shackles again Casualties of these war games, shooting up knowledge just to dwell in pain But the politicians keep taking aim, at the people who aint got nothing But promethazine up in the brain, I'm going insane with no health-care And the music is my only welfare, the music is my only welfare They say life aint fair, that's why I pay the price twice a year Double down in a leap year, I will never show my fear Or freeze up like scared deer, I'm Semper Fi and I will ride for my team Til the day I die on the scene, bury me in a suit, clean With blunts rolled with fresh green, and remember me And remember y'all can't copy me, I'm too unique I'm Robin Hood on the beat They rob our hoods to make our future weak And when we spit the truth, they wanna chop down our money tree Just another soldier with a heavy boulder on his shoulder So if I die today, you can bury me in the ocean Ready for war? Or you just going thru the motions Hope you prepared, cuz every battle has a casualty This aint a game, my nigga, this is my reality Don’t get caught slipping nigga Or my niggas will have to pull that trigger Don’t get caught slipping nigga Nah, or my soldiers will have to pull that trigger Casualties of war It’s been a minute since I’ve been in this position A place where I feel safe, cuz they value my disposition I hardly wear my glasses, cuz they fogging up the vision And my hazels are unable to see truth as it was given Now surely it was written, and truly it was told You can hear it from the reverends and the legends of the old They talk about the purity of body and the soul But they never wanna talk about the bodies that they stole So if I die, Ima go out like I’m Wolfgang Amadeus Aint got time for the negative or naysayers Booted up, heavy metal got an arsenal Chopper that’ll leave you bleeding red like the cardinals Bitch I’m territorial, my temperament is marginal Life is bout the principles, read between the articles Ready or not, ready to blow like C4 Cuz one day I might be another casualty of war So if I die today, you can bury me in the ocean Ready for war? Or you just going thru the motions Hope you prepared, cuz every battle has a casualty This aint a game, my nigga, this is my reality Don’t get caught slipping nigga Or my niggas will have to pull that trigger Don’t get caught slipping nigga Nah, or my soldiers will have to pull that trigger Casualties of war, my nigga Yeah, YnA ENT, LFP We bout to live forever Past, present, future Through our words and our songs Remember us Truly the beginning of something new And if we gotta die for it, then let it be known We’ll ride for it We out