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Hun, hun War, omo na different kind of war The rich get richer, still oppressing The poor But don't knock on ma door, cos I don't know again The government is bringing their Bullshit again, war War, omo na different kind of war The rich get richer, still oppressing The poor But don't knock ma door, cos I don't Know again The government is bringing their Bullshit again, war (war) Another bomb just went off, We norm to this The president is looking clueless, we Use to this Use to the pain and the blood shed Use to the lies and the greed, and The false hopes, not the ropes this is Hang man music Can you knock shoki for once and Just listen, at this rate, we back to The sixties, back to the civil war (war) Country with no law (law) Crucifics on ma front door, ma bible Open, down on both knees praying for This damn nation Lord save us from damn nation Sleeping on the health and education * * on the *, o who cares The burden of the nation, but who Bares, all I see tears, fears, looting Corruption. evil demonic War, omo na different kind of war The rich get richer, still oppressing The poor But don't knock on ma door, cos I don't know again The government is bringing their Bullshit again (war) War, omo na different kind of war The rich get richer, still oppressing The poor But don't knock on ma door, cos I don't know again The government is bringing up Their bullshit again War, even if I can't change this Nation, I pray they hear ma voice In every fucking radio station Nothing works, from the cups to The mugs If they had the chance, they will Shoot is down like dogs What are the kids checking most on The blogs, fashion, music, lifestyle The * Ain't nobody conscious, fuck the Petrotizim, heroezim for fools Shut down the schools, skill gaps In every sectors We went from having all to nothing Thank you for extorting Never underestimate the prayers of The poor, went down * Dear lord lift away the burden I feel like the country got sold to The highest beaders Is God punishing us with bad leaders, We loop the treasury, fly the kids Overseas, enrolling in the most Prestigious college, turning us to Savages, eat from the refuse bin And left overs Is passover, marking doors with the Blood of the lamb, cos the wrath of The God upon us (* * suffer) war War, omo na different kind of war The rich get richer, still oppressing The poor But don't knock on ma door, cos I Don't know again The government is bringing their Bullshit again (war) Omo na different kind of war INSTRUMENTS
Writer(s): Samuel Mc Candless, Ronald Ward, Jr., Jeremy D. Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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