Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Folded Flags , by - King Iso. Release date: 12.03.2020
Song language: English
Folded Flags |
| So many fighting for this country |
| When they die all they send home’s a folded flag |
| Where I’m from the gang-banging go to war |
| All because of what you wore and the folded flag |
| The whole world picks eyes still shooting |
| They’ll ride and do it all just for they flag |
| But I’m just like you, no red, no blue |
| We can all wear a soldier rag |
| I see folded flags on doorsteps |
| Folded flags from your set |
| Folded flags from war vets |
| Folded flags bring war, yeah |
| Folded flags on doorsteps |
| Folded flags from, yeah |
| Folded flags from, Iso |
| Instead of living our lives, now worried 'bout others seen |
| Rappers ended by signs, symbols and color schemes |
| Mindset caved in, they don’t know what to think |
| The allegory category, they don’t know what it means |
| Deafening definition and tell 'em a bunch of things |
| Here we are in our heads, but head the one that leads |
| Mirrors are nightmares we married, but what’s a ring? |
| Merrily homie, barely, life is just but a dream |
| If this is what they call woke then I’m probably somewhere sleeping |
| I’m full of the food for thought that’s the knowledge that slumber brings |
| Hibernating or cryogenically I’ve come to freeze |
| Lifestyles I’m living like cops when they cuffing me |
| What it means is another reason why sisters and brothers speak |
| From what we teaching this other region’s deserve to go suffer, preach |
| Music the devil’s ears is war I’ve come to breach |
| And box me in like Apollo, what are my other Creeds? |
| Crips bang the left, Bloods the other thing |
| Folks on the left wing, folks on the other wing |
| Fighting to stay afloat, it’s plain they’ve come to see |
| The land, should change gears to flourish abundantly |
| Aggregating the culture, planting a bunch of seeds |
| All about self hatred, difference is what it breeds |
| I say self 'cause we’re all one to some degree |
| We fall out under arms then aim my gun and squeeze |
| I know some cats banging stars for stripes |
| Funny thing how our flag got stars and stripes |
| Money brings waged war, but it costs your life |
| Some seems ironic how I’m talking, right? |
| What we need is resources, but hog 'em like |
| Other people ain’t worth it, we’re all alike |
| But we bleed for that flag, but we’re all a spite |
| Until every flag in the world all is white |
| 'Cause when I think about it all I see is |
| So many fighting for this country |
| When they die all they send home’s a folded flag |
| Where I’m from the gang-banging go to war |
| All because of what you wore and the folded flag |
| The whole world picks eyes still shooting |
| They’ll ride and do it all just for they flag |
| But I’m just like you, no red, no blue |
| We can all wear a soldier rag |
| I see folded flags on doorsteps |
| Folded flags from your set |
| Folded flags from war vets |
| Folded flags bring war, yeah |
| Folded flags on doorsteps |
| Folded flags from |
| Folded flags from |
| Homies in the hood be packing military issues |
| PTSD, we got military issues |
| Wishing that I could bring my dawgs back |
| Rocking so many dog tags |
| They be like «You got a cemetery with you» |
| Soldiers' ain’t returning to the chicks they married |
| Can’t call them troops on trial, that the dignitaries is true |
| We wave and salute 'cause it’s brave what we do |
| But some of 'em only wave a preliminary get through |
| The hard times push a hard line |
| People don’t know what the dark side |
| Got you feeling like I can’t do it no more |
| Then we going to war and the shots fly |
| Picking up a murder weapon |
| You’ll be get to killing a murder direction |
| Not to mention kids are hurting probably 'cause their baby bros caught up in a |
| crossfire |
| I’ve seen it |
| People headed to the graveyard working part time, deleted |
| Take 'em out of every database and all the archives, no grievance |
| Then live with the only deadly damage until your heart dies, receive it |
| All the venom is it 'til we choose up, picking our side |
| All the kids been Called to Duty on the Fortnite hearing Far Cries |
| Funny how the Mindcrafts the Art of War, do not lie |
| Troops have got MRE’s we attack Roman Empires |
| Substance I’m the top ramen, put me in your top five |
| I get the feeling that if I die |
| It will literally stop time |
| Any minute I can go so I gotta give you this when I jot lines |
| I want you to live free, not controlled by who’s in our minds |
| Think about control the next time you’re at a stop sign |
| I caught up at a red light that’s when the 'op slide |
| Then you get a feeling, reminiscing of when Pac died |
| Everybody go to war thinking about the lost lives |
| And the common goal is peace don’t make me pop mine |
| My news feed, food for thought, is seeing moms cry |
| That’s the worst pain is see the look in moms' eyes |
| And to think it’s all the same when the plots rise |
| Flags flying, get folded |
| Yeah I got mine |
| So many fighting for this country |
| When they die all they send home’s a folded flag |
| Where I’m from the gang-banging go to war |
| All because of what you wore and the folded flag |
| The whole world picks eyes still shooting |
| They’ll ride and do it all just for they flag |
| But I’m just like you, no red, no blue |
| We can all wear a soldier rag |
| I see folded flags on doorsteps |
| Folded flags from your set |
| Folded flags from war vets |
| Folded flags bring war, yeah |
| Folded flags on doorsteps |
| Folded flags from |
| Folded flags from |