by Lyricly Stout

Created on: February 04, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

WAR (Prelude)

We were stolen from our sands and dealt a bad hand in these badlands followed demands or blood ran thick like molasses thirty lashes burning our ancestors to ashes these fascists persist to exsist no longer the crack of the whip but clack of the clip to keep us on tip they kept us in top conditon while they're hunting and fishing each day remains a mission we live in a warzone it's not our home they condone clones and crackrock our blocks are hot spots we're duckin shots deep in the trenches ditching detention by rich men who lynch men through henchmen and heroine hoping your mouths arround the barrel when the trigger snaps that's why we're raising up these rapps to take our planet back by any means, by any means.

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