while simmitars and sabours clash
black hawks are hitting marx
cracked walls are ripped apart
and kalichnikovs are sprayin back
fuck it yo
lets do this then
pack the chambers//cap the pipes and put the fuzes in
strap the pager//and the wires to the butaine can
and walk the block
eyse raised with a stupid grin
a little boom bang bang
and the whole block torched
from the thieves on they toes
to the hoes on they kneez
2 the beast on patrole taking photos of me
just let me do my thang
cuzz u dont want war.....
cuzz we a whole lot more
than just a few good men
or some annonamous tribesmen
war crys and guns speak
and break the ominous silence....
one peoples
all equal
no longer devided
can pass any test on which honor is riding
till my ashes once flesh start to fall from the sky &
feralize fields
ima try 2 convey
through words
my ideals
and through action ....
.......................if i must....