War Zone
by T.I.

Album: Us or Else (2016)
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  • Can't you see we livin' in a war zone?
    Guess you don't notice when you livin' in it
    Like every weekend it's a man down
    Ain't got no pity for the innocent so I'mma represent it
    Dedicated, tell 'em, "Hands up, can't breathe
    Hands up, can't breathe
    Hands up, can't breathe"
    Hands up, can't you see we livin' in a war zone?

    They left his body swangin' down in Piedmont
    At a Klan rally the day before, but that ain't mean nothing
    But they say "it's suicide", I say it's genocide
    Hey what you got a gun for? Boy you ain't finna ride
    They run up on you like Baton Rouge, bet you finna hide
    That's the difference 'tween us, I'll die to save a million lives
    Appointed leader when nobody couldn't think of shit
    I'll be a martyr if my great grandaughter benefit
    They pull you over, ask you where your license at
    Be careful reachin' for it, you know you can die for that
    And this ain't nothin' new, just got cameras so you can see the shit
    Got Dr. King and Abe Lincoln askin' where the freedom at
    This ain't no equality
    Man you ain't have no justice on your mind when you shot at me
    But fuck it, this the way it gotta be
    Hey listen, you won't shoot at them then shoot at me?
    Boy you are not a G
    Imagine Trayvon askin' why you followed me
    Feel threatened, hit him and whip him, that's when he shot him down
    Do that to a grown fuckin' man, drop where you stand
    Tell my grandma go on with all that prayin'
    If it's a God and he in the sky, he looking down, he understand
    I'm just a man, and I'm wrong for revenge
    But I don't get 'em it's like tellin' him to gon' kill again
    Keep fucking around, it's going to be on in a minute

    Boy we livin' in a war zone
    Guess you don't notice when you livin' in it
    Like every weekend it's a man down
    Ain't got no pity for the innocent so I'mma represent it
    Dedicated, tell 'em, "Hands up, can't breathe
    Hands up, can't breathe
    Hands up, can't breathe"
    Hands up, can't you see we livin' in a war zone?

    This goes to the white boy that ran in the old church
    I hope you get slow murked, and they torture you slow first
    Ran in our place of worship to slaughter our grandma
    Won't go kamikaze for that, well what would you die for?
    Hold up, I'll wait, I'll wait
    Heard it from buddy who took for the fall for Watergate
    The war on drugs was just a war on us
    Give us all these guns, give us all this dust
    Change all them laws, lock all of us up
    Went from Freeway Ricky, on to BMF (Free Meech)
    Then hip hop came, that's when we got rich
    'Cause white kids gravitated to it like all us did
    And that's when they got slick
    Invented the technology to take our shit
    Diluted all of the artistry
    Pardon me, somebody tell me what happened to Alton
    Sterling, killed Philando right in front of the girl
    And the world saw
    Everybody's reaction was, "Hell naw"
    This modern day slavery, the prison publicly traded
    And the jig's up
    The Constitution and Emancipation Proclamation's just a fuckin' piece of paper

    Can't you see we livin' in a war zone?
    Guess you don't notice when you livin' in it
    Like every weekend it's a man down
    Ain't got no pity for the innocent so I'mma represent it
    Dedicated, tell 'em, "Hands up, can't breathe
    Hands up, can't breathe
    Hands up, can't breathe"
    Hands up, can't you see we livin' in a war zone? Writer/s: CLIFFORD HARRIS, CLIFFORD J. HARRIS, CLIFTON EDWARDS JR., JOHN GROOVER, JOHN WESLEY GROOVER, LAMAR EDWARDS, MICHAEL COX
    Publisher: Audiam, Inc., CTM Outlander Music LC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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