Lyrics:
I would play after school with the kids all around
In the sun and the dust of the back streets
Oh, all through my girlhood the war had its day
the White House, pistol on my lap, yes
I remember, when I first met that wonderful girl
Club Rolex, she fathered my mother a pearl
Spinning wild living
it enough you control my needs
Making billions everyday with your oil companies?
Economic hitmen employed by the banks
Design for decline now whose
I courted
Who spied I but my ain dear maid, down by her mother's dwelling
And turned me round to hide the flood, that in my een was swelling
Wi'
my bars up like I'm ready for jail
They said they really want smoke they aint ready for hell
And if we gotta go to war let me ready the l's
I've been
When I left my long-time darlin'
She was standing in the door
Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war
Well, my pa he died
When I left my long-time darlin'
She was standing in the door
Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war
Well, my pa he died
Jesus went
This lamb is sure to go
Well I believe in Jesus you know I know him
Oh so well
And I'm going to heaven by and by
'cause I saved my soul from
ignorant peace
It's all the same to them
Then as a child, I started to wonder
Put my questions to my mother, she would help me discover
Slowly at first
change the locks
I will let time change my face
And time will change itself
Tik Tok Tik Tok
And the only blood I draw in this war
And the only blood I
knelt down by her bedside
She prayed, "Lord above, hear my plea
Protect all the sons who are fighting tonight
And dear God keep America free"
Boi . . .
[Layzie]
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
These things guidin'
out by previous wars, I work on
Graves of the poor
To clean up this mess left by the west
My duty to the African, tell my next of kin
In a song, but
yo, true, stick it on me
I started smoking to prove I'm an adult
Now it's a habt but is it all my fault
I wished my mother would have told me the truth
you at your mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like
you at your mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like
I need peace
Find my peace
My life in pieces
I'm tryna get a piece
Truth if you live by
You die by the piece
Please God, help me find my peace
I need
melody
Like my mother sang to me
One with good old fashioned harmony
Play a simple melody
[2nd verse:]
In days of yore, before the war
When hearts
your head
Or a little mistake
You can turn up dead
So young and so cold
Alone in this endless war
Everyone's surrounded by shots
Rage and fear will
I get there
Organic, gambit, wars what I declare
Nice natural bitch with big hair, listens clear
And she's not distracted by the wrist wear
Im
treating you right
And Fck how they rolling the dice
See How they did my ppl in the mother land
Spiritual to be compelled in their vice Im with my Indian
don't see us still
It's pure love wish you the best just know my love is real
Raise my son a different way gone put him in them hills
It's a war
manurism, a maniac with manuscripts
I'm the, I'm the Little Monster spittin' the purest raps
People linin' up like I'm a tourist trap, I'm sure of that
My
The hydro twisted, this is dead soul's revival lyrics
Praise the Lord, raise the sword, engage in war (uh)
The roads are paved before me, chant my name in
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