And as I walk about this cold desolate waste I just pray for my return to open arms and to a friendly place but this is not the time and I can't see
it But if we know better, then we probably deserve it Jihad is not a holy war, where's that in the worship? Murdering is not Islam, and you are not observant And you are not
, and fuck 'em up daily, throwin' up 7 What am I yellin'? Murderer Nigga, once you come you must pay like crazy if you (Muthafucka, don't play me) Play me nigga, not today
us There's too many babies dyin' before they're born Lord ain't that the truth Too many young ladies cryin' with a daddy in the house But not a father
And the hood rolls on How do I begin to do this shit right? And get my hustle on Look here Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word But on
lyin' when he said you was gon' be fine **** Cashis Witness art of war in the phyical Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical And no words from
This is where we take a journey, called karma What goes around, comes back around Especially the rules of these streets It's a bloody war, in the rules
Cus we are better than the rest of them That theres the battleaxe crew dont go testin em Alot of rappers gettin on my nerves today I told ya homeboy gangster not a word
The time has come for bad things to leave The time has come for right to begin The time has come for the war of the Gods It's that time I'ma take the
Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent you Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges I got these kids
[intro] Ladies and gentlemen We are gathered here today To join I see it, yeah Yeah, yeah I like this right here Yeah, yeah One-two, one-two, in the place
almost there, just a little bit of KRS, Wild Style'n today I stay controversial like Guantanamo Bay My society is secret, sort of like the boulet I'm not
and my Boy KRS-One in the house to rip some shit with me right quick TREACH The quicker committee gettin witty for many cause the war ain't one This the
is enough So this song is not about the North or the South but about the bloody brother war Brother against brother father against son the war that nobody
fill the void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed? Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse To live and not
Abolish government, it's nothing to me Forget about god, He's not here to see We live by a system a perfect mold People perfect people who are poor and
had that's why, I'm here today" And then in the end he said, "You are what I'm fighting for" It was the first of his letters from war She started writing
