| These words are written in blood, on red and white lines | |
| Rhymes to the beat of a war drum that cries | |
| Like mothers whose sons were sent to fight | |
| And widows whose spouses souls are all that keep them warm at night | |
| Underneath spacious skies where stars look more like bulletholes | |
| And the haze of the clouds more like shrouds | |
| I swear I smell gunsmoke, when | |
| I inhale too deep | |
| Cause cheap lies have caused the loss of priceless lives | |
| Bush is duckin the truth while the few and the proud dodge landmines | |
| Niggaz is doin time for gettin caught with a dimebut he will never be indicted for his crimes against this nation | |
| Impatient with waiting it's time we fall in lineand | |
| STOP, falling for the lies | |
| The war ain't only in | |
| IraqIt's time we fight back, for control of our minds |
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