Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Battle Cry (Tomorrow) , by - Mac. Release date: 27.09.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Battle Cry (Tomorrow) |
| Dedicated to all the soldiers we lost in the struggle |
| Probably losin the world war three niggas |
| Rest in peace |
| See Im beneath the sun, right? |
| (tomorrow) |
| Anticipatin just waitin quotin my battle cry |
| (how can we live? if were born to die tomorrow?) |
| Dont want to die but if I gotta, Im ready cuz |
| Just hope the lord is forgiving as mama said he was, nigga what? |
| I struggled and strived long as I been alive |
| Witnessed my first murder back in 1985 |
| I walk with the wicked and kick it with the thugs |
| In fact, saw the police and smoked some bud |
| But never no love, I witnessed the sickness of unprotected lust |
| So many children born just because the rubbers bust |
| I sympathize with they mothers but fuck the men |
| Cuz a man aint shit, if hes no papa to his children |
| My womans a thug girl, but I love her dearly |
| My patnas are thieves and I know that, but I keep em near me Its gettin kinda hard for me, |
| In the city where the drama just be callin me Whoa! |
| I live among the roaches and the rats |
| And the killers and the crack |
| And the policemen that slang that smack |
| I lay me down to sleep, clutchin my heat |
| With my sneakers on my feet, |
| Just in case my window locks on me, I be… |
| And thats some real shit right there, ya heard me? |
| Yall niggas aint even understandin the game nigga |
| Niggas is dyin, its a muthafuckin world war three on the streets |
| Nigga, yall feel it And as the blood of my niggas flood the streets, |
| I refuse to speak, the cracks and concrete |
| Can disguise ya feet |
| And tears fall at the site of these white sheets |
| The street like heat |
| The cold secrets, that midnight keeps |
| And we was raised by it, its common as a cold |
| Eyes are closed, body is froze |
| Blood leakin out they nose |
| I never chose I was given |
| Survival of the fit livin |
| Driven insane by its rhythm, but fuck |
| I never gave, see his minds in the grave |
| And most of you niggas praise the ways we was raised |
| It must be that weed smoke, |
| When most of my niggas need coke, to cope |
| With these different strokes |
| Its murder we wrote, into the project |
| Im wonderin if my niggasll see the site of my death |
| Before it happen, my life is on the edge of my pen |
| Im waitin to explode countin to ten, |
| Forgive me for all the sin nigga |
| Why do we live if were born to die? |
| Why do we live if were born to die? |
| Why do we live if were born to die? |
| Why do we live if were born to die? |
| Yall niggas sing that shit nigga! |
| Oh, oh, you too cute to sing that shit, ha? bitch ass nigga. |
| World war |
| Peace |