Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War / Peace, artist - Nappy Roots. Album song Wooden Leather, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
War / Peace |
| War/Peace, c’mon Nappy |
| Love/Lust, now say it, Roots |
| I got a telegram from a pelican |
| Said in the clouds last night she got higher then she’s ever been |
| Seen shuttles and huddles, hard rocks and war bombs |
| In real life our words in distorted sound |
| Coke and Hen' mix, guitar Jimi Hendrix |
| Smokes and blunts but this is my experience |
| The world’s corrupt, how can I defend it? |
| Need more love, that’s why I have to send it |
| Know what it is when you really tryin to be somethin |
| But in your minds you really can’t find nothin |
| But am I wrong if a preacher can’t reach me? |
| Or am I dumb cause a teacher can’t teach me? |
| I’m too black for this world here to bleach me |
| I’m too much hell for this heaven here to keep me |
| But you can beat me, slander me, cancel me |
| But see I’m real so you still gotta answer me |
| The thought of all destruction, man ain’t nothin gonna last |
| I feel the pain and sufferin, the system done collapsed |
| Wood is burnin, big construction’s burnin, holdin on a pass |
| Shattered glass the aftermath, tragic death is on the trail |
| Empty shells, the ghetto’s extinct, there’s heaven and there’s hell |
| Burnin souls, the opposite of peace for 7 million years |
| Started livin well, self-esteem, been lovin with myself |
| It’s time for revolution, get yo' gauge and bullets off the shelf |
| Because it’s war |
| Because the end is almost here but I done been here before |
| So I haven’t any fear for I trust in the Lord |
| When I die nobody cry, nobody shed not a tear |
| In the middle of the floor pour out your liquor and your beer |
| I’m still witcha, you can hear me loud and clearly |
| When I’m howlin at the moon (whoooooo) |
| Mama heard me freestylin in the womb |
| Heard me battlin the beat of her heart when it boom |
| I’m born again, I’m free! |
| I’m Nappy to my Roots! |
| Do it, c’mon, c’mon, yeah! |
| Do it, c’mon, c’mon, yeah! |
| Do it, c’mon, c’mon, yeah! |
| Do it, do it, do it, do it! |
| Rich man purchased a poor one |
| This land versus a fore run |
| Either you with us or for 'em |
| Pistols and missiles got 'em just to wage war on |
| It ain’t safe even in Oregon |
| Each mourn, then there’s more gone |
| Bloodshed filthy as the money it pours on |
| The guilty hand washes the sore one |
| King James boxin a Qu’ran |
| The officials are morons, can’t trust no one |
| But if the whinos don’t know it, the streets won’t repeat it |
| If it ain’t adverse, then the reverend won’t preach it |
| Represent the slums, the misfits and have-nots |
| Buddy we had not, born in a bad spot |