War

Album: Nobody Smiling (2014)
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  • Lil Mark get shot, Lil Reese and them
    Little niggas, it's hard to find peace in them
    Chiraq, they say it's Middle Easterin'
    Put your flames in the air for the deceased to them
    Young soldiers who never got to become older
    Dogtagged in the body bag
    Police kept the knot he had
    Plus he had weed in his system
    Never knew at 13 they could enlist them
    Momma kissed him, body was colder
    She was shaking, I tried to hold her
    Tears on my shoulder, he was supposed to
    Be going to his junior year, this is his funeral year
    Pall-bearers, all looking like kids
    Some faces show anger, some show tears
    No mustaches, no beards
    Probably had the same aspirations as his
    On a mission, staring in the distance
    It never stop like the Muslims and Christians
    We under-21 gun salute them
    Just to go back and recruit them
    I'm talkin' 'bout war

    To all the killas and the hundred dolla billas
    Real hittas who ain't got no feelins
    To all the killas and the hundred dolla billas
    Real hittas who ain't got no feelins

    There's a war going on inside, no man is safe from, goin on
    Going on, there's a war going on inside, no man is safe from
    Or can escape from, take one wars from the same place that hate from
    Gang wars used to be about the nations
    Now it's cliques with clips and hittas is missing
    They hit the innocent now they families miss him
    Death do kissed him, in his last breath he wishing
    But no option so he assume position
    It don't stop, hittas killing women and children
    Angels cried, that's supposed to be God's decision
    Collisions of cliques named after rap groups
    Except wearing Jordans instead of black boots
    Black troops trade war stories reminiscent of glory
    Walk the walk of those before me since I was a shorty
    Seen slugs and drugs and unemployment
    Terror town y'all was my first deployment
    The life of a soldier ain't nothing to toy with
    I'm living in this shit while the world exploit it
    War

    To all the killas and the hundred dolla billas
    Real hittas who ain't got no feelins
    To all the killas and the hundred dolla billas
    Real hittas who ain't got no feelins

    My basic training was aiming, hustling, banging, changing niggas up
    Cause of what they did to us, nigga, I don't give a fuck
    It's do or die in the Chi and I ain't lived enough
    Hoping for some visitors of war, I'm a prisoner
    Politicians they did enough, want to get rid of us
    Hopped in the back as soon as the shots hit the truck
    Looked at my son I could see his soul
    Shot and killed at three years old

    War!
    We are at war! Writer/s: Lonnie Rashin Lynn
    Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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