War/Peace

[R. Prophet] Welcome [Chorus 4x - Nappy Roots] War/Peace, c'mon Nappy Love/Lust, now say it, Roots [R. Prophet] I got a telegram from a pelican Said in the clouds last night she got higher then she's ever been Seen shuttles and huddles, hard rocks and war bombs In real life our words in distorted sound Coke and Hen' mix, guitar Jimi Hendrix Smokes and blunts but this is my experience The world's corrupt, how can I defend it? Need more love, that's why I have to send it [B. Stille] Know what it is when you really tryin to be somethin But in your minds you really can't find nothin But am I wrong if a preacher can't reach me? Or am I dumb cause a teacher can't teach me? I'm too black for this world here to bleach me I'm too much hell for this heaven here to keep me But you can beat me, slander me, cancel me But see I'm real so you still gotta answer me [Chorus] [Skinny Deville] The thought of all destruction, man ain't nothin gonna last I feel the pain and sufferin, the system done collapsed Wood is burnin, big construction's burnin, holdin on a pass Shattered glass the aftermath, tragic death is on the trail Empty shells, the ghetto's extinct, there's heaven and there's hell Burnin souls, the opposite of peace for 7 million years Started livin well, self-esteem, been lovin with myself It's time for revolution, get yo' gauge and bullets off the shelf Because it's war [Ron Clutch] Because the end is almost here but I done been here before So I haven't any fear for I trust in the Lord When I die nobody cry, nobody shed not a tear In the middle of the floor pour out your liquor and your beer I'm still witcha, you can hear me loud and clearly When I'm howlin at the moon (whoooooo) Mama heard me freestylin in the womb Heard me battlin the beat of her heart when it boom I'm born again, I'm free! I'm Nappy to my Roots! [Chorus] [Big V] Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah! Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah! Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah! Do it, do it, do it, do it! [B. Stille] Rich man purchased a poor one This land versus a fore run Either you with us or for 'em Pistols and missiles got 'em just to wage war on It ain't safe even in Oregon Each mourn, then there's more gone Bloodshed filthy as the money it pours on The guilty hand washes the sore one King James boxin a Qu'ran The officials are morons, can't trust no one [Big V] But if the whinos don't know it, the streets won't repeat it If it ain't adverse, then the reverend won't preach it Represent the slums, the misfits and have-nots Buddy we had not, born in a bad spot [Chorus]