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