| The pieces… of the puzzle
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| We strive to arrive to get by ?? |
| way to stay alive to stop the madness
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| The killing, the war
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| We never stop
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| But we all perish in a fire that burns in a???
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| Come out and play
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| Friends are calling, yelling from the street, telling me to come out and play
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| Bombs are falling, mom’s in the street, yelling out why’d my son have to die
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| today?
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| The maker the owner
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| They make it they’re own
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| Symbolized out with a pinnacle principle
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| Look at the general ?? |
| crisis driving
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| Witness war under a microscope
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| The whore of a ??
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| Make the karma unbearable terrible tactics
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| Released from the nutsack of the beast
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| What that will increase from the time of death
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| Is the tears of a mothers fears filling lakes one breath
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| What does it take to make peace when the earths heart is filled with greed
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| I’m afraid for the continents with no concept of belief
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| Believe it or not I’m an anti-death individual looking for peace
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| Everyone out there knows the truth but some blind themselves with deceit
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| There’s a higher power
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| No fear in the final hour when the fire flower makes life
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| When a bomb shower comes, cause
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| Friends are calling, yelling from the street, telling me to come out and play
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| Bombs are falling, mom’s in the street, yelling out why’d my son have to die
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| today?
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| War is not the answer, human beings the cancer
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| Killing in the name of love makes you God’s bastard
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| In a world full of monsters how can we survive
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| The good in a man’s soul, how to break the mold
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| How to take the cold, how to unbold the hate and hell
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| How to rebel against the devil with one fell swoop
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| How to unravel the babble in Babylon-brook with battling
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| How to travel the earth spreading the truth with my family
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| If hip hop is my answer am I teaching or preaching
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| Am I reaching in the wrong direction of speaking the truth ?? |
| up this life I
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| occupy
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| Did we miss the first session of God’s lessons to live
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| By killing off the populace for differences so similar
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| It don’t make sense my man
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| Friends are calling, yelling from the street, telling me to come out and play
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| Bombs are falling, mom’s in the street, yelling out why’d my son have to die
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| today? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Friends Are Calling , by - Living Legends. Song from the album Creative Differences, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп