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Kwoat

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(We are going into Iraq to liberate and not to conquer
Now if there are casualties of war remember
That when they got up this morning and got dressed
They did not plan to die this day
But there may be those among us
Who will not see the end of this campaign
We will put them in their sleeping bags
And we will send them back
And there will be no time for sorrow
We will grieve for them later)
Before the forefront of rap now
Background was warfront Iraq now
Lost my boy Thompson in Jaxtown
Most them boys aren't coming back now
Thoughts of his daughter, coughing up water
Still see him hunched on my lap now
Sleeping disorder, still see the horror
Don't get more haunting than that now
This ain't no punchline for rap now
This ain't no punching-in slaps now
More post-traumatic in fact now
Bear with me, what I'ma ask now
Imagine we altered our paths now
Imagine you all were like Zach now
Before the court house, before the poorhouse
Like back when you were with Ash now
Had you a newborn, both of you too worn
Both of you two gonna lash out
Wouldn't be too long, 'fore you would do s'um
Both of you two couldn't hash out
Wouldn't be too long, 'fore you would move on
'Fore you would lose em' and dash out
Go get your boots on, your navy blues on
Have you a cruise cross the map now
This ain't no punching-in slaps now
This what you wanted, the facts now
This ain't no stunting, no cap now
This is my story, my background
Bear with me, what I'ma ask now
What if we altered our paths now
Background was warfront Iraq now
Background was warfront Iraq now
This ain't no punchline for rap now
This is the frontline combat now
What if you toured and came back now
Then you saw all these attacks now
Police assaulting all blacks now
How the f*ck would you react now
Same ones you've fought for, and went to war for
Went and laid you on your back now
(We're moving into the valley of the shadow of death
You think there's a script for fighting a war
Without pissing somebody off
Follow the rules and nobody gets hurt
Yes innocent people probably died
Innocent people always die)
This ain't no punchline for rap now
This ain't no stunting or cap now
More past traumatic in fact now
Bear with me, what I'ma ask now
Imagine we altered our paths now
Imagine we all were like Zach now
Before the courthouse, before the poorhouse
After the War in Iraq now
How do we sort all your crap out
How are you suppose to adapt now
Lost my boy Thompson in Jaxtown
Most them boys aren't coming back now
Most them boys, they've gone and snapped out
Most them boys, they've gone and cracked now
Most them boys, they've gotten cracked out
Still the cops ain't gone and cracked down
Still, you not gon' seat me back down
Still, you not gon' set me back now
Partner on the overpass now
You don't blink, just hold your cash out
Do not think you want to ask how
You only think of your ass now
I only drink 'til I'm blacked out
Just to not think of my past now
Can't sleep a wink, feeling trapped now
Anxiety on attack now
Can't sleep a wink, feeling trapped now
Anxiety on attack now
Know what you think must be whacked out
He ain't no threat, he gon' back out
He on the brink of collapse now
If I'm on the brink, you all waxed now
If I'm on the brink, got the Mack out
Why you think I own a mask now
Do not think you want to ask how
Do not think y'all want to ask how
This ain't no stunting, no cap now
This ain't no punching-in slaps now
Bury me under my trap house
Grew up no Jerry, no Stackhouse
No pot to piss in , but got called a piston
By all of the Catties I asked out
Now this hit different, it's somehow sufficient
Since putting Baddie and Boom-Clap out
Now they greet me with congrats now
Wishing they'd seen it, they assed out
Ain't no fucking pulling back out
I'm fucking em' up while I cash out
While I dash out, get the dash out
No beef but nigga a cash cow
My right foot all on the gas now
My left one all on their ass now
This ain't no punching-in raps now
This ain't no punchline for slaps now
Is what it is, life is short lived
Far be it for me to ask how
KWOAT
(Mr. Bush when are you going to apologize
For the million Iraqi's that are dead because you lied
You lied about weapons of mass destruction
You lied about connections to 9-11
You lied about Iraq being a threat
You sent me to Iraq, you sent me to Iraq in 2003
My friends are dead, Joshua Castille
You killed people, you lied
You lied about W.M.D.'s
A million Iraqi's are dead because you lied
My friends are dead because you lied
You need to apologize
APOLOGIZE)

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