War (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)

It's a war going on

It's a war going on

Yeah, it's a war going on

God told me this movie'll write itself

Spread love, be wise, and let foolery fight itself

'Cause it's a war going on outside on the corner

It's a war on your tv screen every morning

Not the war with the bombs and the helicopters swarming

But the war for your soul, that's what everyone's ignoring

It's a war going on

Yeah, it's a war going on

I was just talking to my homie the other day, man

He said I'ma pump this fucking 'caine, pump this fucking 'caine

Hug this block, tock this fucking glock

All you suckas lame, this my spot, this my fucking spot

You know what I rep

I go Deebo, made my way up from a kilo on that step

Plug till death, yeah, I mean the death, let that pistol talk

You say truce, me speaking no english, bitch, go get some heart

Fuck the law, **** fuck the law, they can see me, too

Fuck a school, and the teacher too, they don't teach the truth

What's a pops? Never had a pop, let that ratchet pop

I'm too real, gave a fiend a pill for a Magnavox

Man fuck we got, fuck we really got, but this gutter shit

All my **** hug the strip and all my bitches love to strip

So suck a dick, I got kids, and a baby mama, too

Yeah, she work my fucking nerves like a baby mama do

I be stressed, I be hella stressed, smoke a bunch of weed

High for real, pop the pill and drop the Xanny in my lean

I can scream 'cause you just smile like everything is fine

Hope is fun when I grab my gun, come take your life and mine

Suicide, yeah it's suicide, life is suicide

Fuck your right or wrong, the shit that I been on is do or die

If I do I die, if I don't I die, that's suicide

Got the devil with a gun against my brain like choose a side

'Cause it's a war going on

It's a war going on outside on the corner

It's a war on your tv screen every morning

Not the war with the bombs and the helicopters swarming

But the war for your soul, that's what everyone's ignoring

It's a war going on

It's a war going on

God told me this movie'll write itself

Spread love, be wise, and let foolery fight itself

'Cause it's a, it's a, it's a war going on

I love the hood with my whole heart

It whole heartedly been a part of me in my own thought

Process so I digest through my own art

That I'm blessed though I digress due to slow starts

But who else could bring the hood out

And tell em when they let God in, it brings the good out?

Learn a lesson and listen

My current composition concerns your present condition

And turn direction envision of giving blessings and wishing you well

Well-wishing and tales fishing

Sifting through hell's kitchen to find good

Have a God-like mind as the divine should

Define good within yourself, I think the time's good

And may these lines live forever like a line should

It's a war going on and your soul fighting

So frightening within you I see thunder and both lightning

Boat striking, snow, ice, and hail

Your whole life unfold like cold nights in hell

In a mode like, you're feeling low like, like you don't like yourself

You got no sight, no insight, no foresight

That's the shit that your foes like

Run up on a **** get em froze like, put the .44 to his foes like

**** bout to take a pic, tryna get the pose right

Red dot, headshot, hit 'em close like

Like, like all these ****, I've got to shoot one

Fuck one pistol, I'm cocking two guns

Fuck shoe money, I'm coppin' coupes, son

Know y'all **** ain't 'bout to do none

Guns, that's a way of life, get money not God

You got guns, we got bigger guns, go get one and I ride

If I die, they say I went hard, I got super hard

Bitch you with this shits or not? We gone get this loot or starve

Fuck you doing? Writing in a pad, fuck you making songs

What you rapping, boy you know what's happening

That shit take too long

Fuck you mean? Get this fucking cream, get this fucking cream

Hug this block, tuck this fucking glock

Can't let these suckers scheme

Shit too real, shit too fucking real, I'm too real to dream

So when it's, this cold world won't feel a thing

Lonely days are gone

All them nights to come

Waited to be yours

So let's make love not war

So let the choir sing, let 'em know

So let the choir sing, let 'em know

So let the choir sing, let 'em know

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