War Lyrics - King Los

It's a war going on 

It's a war going on 

Yeah, it's a war going on 

God told me this movie will write itself 

Spread love, be wise and let foolery fight itself 

Cause it's a war going on outside on the corner 

It's a war on your TV screen every morning 

Not the war with the bombs and the helicopters swarming 

But the war for your soul, that's what everyone's ignoring 

It's a war going on 

Yeah, it's a war going on 

(I was just talking to the homie the other day man) 

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He said I'mma pump this fuckin' caine, pump this fuckin' caine 

Hug this block, tote this fuckin' Glock, all you suckas lame 

This my spot, this my fuckin' spot, you know what I rep 

I go deep on in my way up from a kilo on that step 

Tell the death, yeah I mean the death, let that pistol talk 

You say truce, me speaking no english, bitch go get some heart 

Fuck the law, nigga fuck the law, they can see me too 

Fuck a school, and the teacher too, they don't teach the truth 

What's a pops, never had a pop, let that ratchet pop 

I'm too real, gave a fiend a pill for a Magnavox 

Man fuck we got, fuck we really got, but this gutter shit 

All my niggas hug the strip and all my bitches love to strip 

So suck a dick, I got kids, and a baby mama too 

Yeah she work my fucking nerves like a baby mama do 

I be stressed, I be hella stressed, smoke a bunch of weed 

High for real, pop the pill and drop the Xanny in my lean 

I can scream, cause you just smile like everything is fine 

Hope is fun, when I grab my gun, come take your life and mine 

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Suicide, yeah it's suicide, life is suicide 

Fuck your right or wrong, the shit that I been on is do or die 

If I do I die, if I don't I die that's suicide 

Got the devil with a gun against my brain like choose a side 

I love the hood with my whole heart 

It whole heartedly been a part of me in my own thought 

Process so I digest through my own art 

That I'm blessed though I digress due to slow starts 

But who else could bring the hood out 

And tell 'em when they let God in, it brings the good out 

Learn a lesson and listen, my current composition concerns your present condition 

And turn direction envision of givin' blessings and wishin' you well 

Well wishing and tales fishing 

Siftin' through hell's kitchen to find good 

Have a God-like mind as the divine should 

Define good within yourself I think the time's good 

And may these lines live forever like a lion should 

It's a war going on and your soul fighting 

So frightening within you I see thunder and both lightening 

Boat striking, snow ice and hail 

Your whole life unfold like, cold nights in Hell 

In a mode like, you're feeling low like, like you don't like yourself 

You got no sight, no insight, no foresight, that's the shit that your foes like 

Run up on a nigga get 'em froze like 

Put the 4-4 to his foes like 

Niggas 'bout to take a pic, trying to get the pose right 

Red dot, headshot, hit 'em close like 

Like, like all theses niggas I've got to shoot one 

Fuck one, plus I'm cocking two guns 

Fuck shoe money, I'm coppin' coupes son 

No y'all niggas not 'bout to do none 

Guns, that's a way of life, get money not God 

You got guns, we got bigger guns, go get one and I ride 

If I die, they say I went hard, I go super hard 

Bitch you with this shits or not? We gon' get this ludastar 

Fuck you doing? Writin' in a pad, fuck you making songs 

What you rappin', boy you know what's happ'nin', that shit take too long 

Fuck you mean? Get this fucking cream, get this fucking cream 

Hug this block, tote this fucking Glock, can't let these suckers scheme 

Shit too real, shit too fucking real, I'm too real to dream 

So when it's -- --this cold world won't feel a thing 

Lonely days are gone 

All them nights to come 

Waited to be yours 

So let's make love not war 

So let the choir sing the let 'em know 

So let the choir sing the let 'em know 

So let the choir sing the let 'em know 

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