Everything that I was taught has now become a lie, You sing my country tis of thee and they send you off to die I don't wanna be a pawn so money can
they raised him up so hard So my 9 is on my hip and my praise is up to God 'Cause we in a battlefield where the razors lead to scars And the lasers lead
nice) To make the fabric lightweight Weatherproof, and durable. All this to give some sort of posture and dignity To a broken body that is a host for scars
the limit tho', that's what it is That's right, tho', just some real shit Yo, I can a die for the prophets and I'll die for the Lord On the battlefield
't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nuttin' to the G So many battlefield scars
comes again We stand here together and prepare for the fray When today could leave our history in flames I look on the faces that oppression has greyed The scars
We bear the bloodline of the conqueror Behold this war scarred coat of arms Weathered and worn are we But with an eye ajar we sleep with blade in hand
metal down off the impost You know the deal, NYC official battlefield [Unverified] up on death, can't hear your squad is effused to heal Permanently scarred
some just drown That's the law round here Said the king of sunset town And in the night, he comes to me And the square becomes a battlefield Of staring
tomorrow?) Must I sing so low just to get so high? I can't purge myself of demons and I don't know the reason why My heart feels like a battlefield,
burnt And the scarred And the torn And the squashed And the cut And the forgotten Body, and flesh, and energy The last makings of the future Upon green banks of unseen battlefields
to bomb we rob niggaz I can be, lost in my own mind To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome nines Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield
of prey strike with lightning speed Wagons of war collide Metallic plague armored locusts drive Into the storm of steel Exterminate, feed the battlefield
still yield to our swords and spears, no matter how it sparkled. The Roman scoundrel, Governor Suetonius Paullinus, battle-scarred from his campaigns
weapon, the weapon of weapon of mass destruction of body combustin trust if it come outside See it's real in the battlefield, plenty fuckin battle scars
a fight to surivive In our struggle we'll thrive Like warriors to a battlefield To no other fist will we yield This fight's been hard, this fight's been long But bruised and scarred
On the battlefield, he gained respectable fame With many medals of bravery and stripes to his name He grew a beard as soon as he could To cover the scars
Dawn breaks on the battlefield And all the morning mist lays heavy on the ground And the silence is like thunder As the enemy prepares another round
