War Drum

Ready, set, march...

Cold open, frozen, time slows again

Still coping, hold it, I can't let go again

Tie a rope around my neck and hope it don't feel like a wrench

Against my head and now I'm dead

And this is what I should've said:

"I'm sorry".

This is my war drum, my battle cry

On the battlefield, and I'm praying to the sky

And no matter how hard I try, I've been shot so many times I can't even die

See the sky?

I need some peace in my life, because it's making me cry

All the bloodshed over nothing, everyone who has died

To all the homophobes that just listened to this album, secret's out

I'm not a straight guy, hope you realize it's the same difference

If you assumed at the start of this that I was straight

I hope you realize it's the same difference

Nobody expects any half-decent rapper not to be straight

But I hope you learned your lesson

Guess it really is the same difference

Hope we can speak about our difference

And maybe we can even understand each other

I hope that it's the same difference

Hope we can speak about our difference

Hope it's the same difference...

Listen to my cry

Listen to my cry

Listen to the war drum

Listen to my cry

Listen to my cry

Listen to the war drum

No matter what happens from this point on

We're gonna stand together.

We're gonna stand here through whatever weather

And we're gonna last forever

I hope something changed in you from the start of this shit

When you first came listening

Before, maybe you saw everything different

Now everything looks like it's the same difference...

When it all looks like it's the same difference...

When it all looks like it's the same difference...

When it all looks like it's the same difference.