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 will 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 the homie the other day man) He said I'mma pump this fuckin' caine, pump this fuckin' caine Hug this block, tote this fuckin' Glock, all you suckas lame This my spot, this my fuckin' spot, you know what I rep I go deep on in my way up from a kilo on that step Tell the 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, nigga 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 niggas 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 dear life or 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 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 givin' blessings and wishin' you well Well wishing and tales fishing Siftin' 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 lightening 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 nigga get 'em froze like Put the 4-4 to his foes like Niggas 'bout to take a pic, trying to get the pose right Red dot, headshot, hit 'em close like Like, like all theses niggas I've got to shoot one Fuck one, plus I'm cocking two guns Fuck shoe money, I'm coppin' coupes son No y'all niggas not '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 go super hard Bitch you with this shits or not? We gon' get this loot or starve? Fuck you doing? Writin' in a pad, fuck you making songs What you rappin', boy you know what's happ'nin', that shit take too long Fuck you mean? Get this fucking cream, get this fucking cream Hug this block, tote 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 the let 'em know So let the choir sing the let 'em know So let the choir sing the let 'em know Whoa...