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