| We all so scared cause its, its war everywhere, you know
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| War everywhere
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| How many friends will we see die? |
| (Why we so scared cause it’s war everywhere)
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| How many friends will we see cry? |
| (It's war everywhere)
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| How many friends will we see try? |
| (Why we so scared cause it’s war everywhere)
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| How many friends will we see die? |
| (It's war everywhere)
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| All we need is a little love, and someone standing for the little thugs
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| And I see brutality all over niggas killin' niggas
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| The ghetto got them being born to be killas
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| Flooded with drugs and tryin to get us, so get up
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| But don’t give up, ya’ll gotta sit up
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| If you last before they kill us
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| And the guerillas, try come kill us
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| Pillage the village and we’ll be winna
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| I love it when niggas the way we took it to another level
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| So many rebels doing the best shit forever remembered
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| And in the killing fields, everybody’s locked up
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| And good niggas getting shot up da dadan dada
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| Mind if I say something for mine
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| Cause it’s about time, to get serious
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| A mysterious time, blind melons
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| It ain’t no telling, if the willing
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| Will stop chillin', then help the children
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| Turning them out, then burning them out
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| Like morphine, waters getting shallow
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| It’s over and over the gallow
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| A president in the drop, it’s on now though
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| The end of life, for now so
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| I think it’s the ozone, bad to the bone bone
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| Mother Nature be long gone
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| And don’t nobody wanna do nothing but speculate
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| And all they worried about their own
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| Wrote a song for the future
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| Millenium, I’m in, I’m hopeing it don’t last untill we all past
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| Living in the stars, looking through grass
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| Aboard the enterprise, recognize this, in the course of a da-da-da-da-da-da-day
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| And thats the way we sing, thats the way we play
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| That’s the way they. |
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| now and
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| Still got bombs from the cold war, radioactive
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| And the critics, they won’t take action
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| They want us to repo this to your satisfaction
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| But while they build more, computers keep crashing
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| What about felling, pestilence dammit
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| How do we manage to keep standing
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| Living in a legacy of bitterness
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| With the epitimy of vigorous trips on the ships we were crammed in, slammed in
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| Other man and them, why don’t we demanding our damn money
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| If we can’t get forty acres and a meal, let a nigga get a range rover
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| Shit you got two on you, I’m still waiting on a canoe, but it will never come
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| I don’t even know where I come from or where I’m gonna go to
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| I’m headed to the mother land, but will I be accepted by the brotha man?
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| Awww me so confused, with nothing to gain and everything to lose, choose
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| The righteous and the high, look in the eyes and realize the lies
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| Family ties, but not even for the have-nots
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| Who the enemy? |
| It ain’t me. |
| It ain’t even the police
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| Unless they trippin', and use that authority and start flippin', flippin'
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| Leaving dead bodies, and with them bitchin' hotties
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| That poppin' the collar, my god I’m horny, ride shotty
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| And tellin' the kids that ain’t the way to live properly
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| Get yo monopoly and get your own property
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| And that’s the way we sing, and that’s the way we play
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| And that’s the way they. |
| .. now and
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| Ooooh and the daddies and momma forgivin' so we can live with us
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| And all the runaways get off the bus
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| Kids, put the guns down, come down
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| If the rest build a bridge with us, it gotta get better than this
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| It’s head of the risk, shoulda been poor, and I been rich
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| Lost so many friends to the war shit, caution
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| When I get to walkin', and it’s mobbin', nigga in a crypt
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| Life is a fight to the street life, tonight
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| I might go meet the reaper, and I will give him a hug
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| And tell him «Thug luv won and I’m so glad to meet ya»
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| And that’s the way we sing, and that’s the way we play
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| And that’s the way they. |
| .. now and |