Текст песни Cunninlynguists - War
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War! War!There`s a war goin` on outside, no man is safe from (repeated & scratched)(War is a continuation of politics by other means, the purpose of war is toinsert a political agenda...)Karma`s a double-edged sword (repeated & scratched)What do I really want in this stage of my lifeI`d like a beautiful shelby that`ll praise me rightI`ll praise her back though, I`m not a selfish bastardStruggle with big shit, but got this elf shit masteredTime`s are strange, I claim to be the manLike I know G-d can understand his ingenius planBut I`m just a simple Joe, livin low, avoiding conflictCookin food for stereos, so feed your CD-rom thisTrue, I`ve struggled, spent days in mud puddlesShut up shit-talkers and made wanna-be thugs huddleThe world ain`t all money, suckas and violenceQuit smoke from the fire-lips, protect your irisShit`s hard, especially hits to scar the soulThat`s why niggaz drink and stress for cigars to rollIt`s like the farther we go, we cover less distanceLife`s a freak and it`ll fuck you and all that you want in this diss danceCause we really fragle but thinkin` we toughGet bowed in the heat of the battle but then we get cutButs back on the scene of the saddle with our heads downWishin` a meal and G-d would multiply this bread nowYou know I, come to the fork in the world so many timesBut I just keep choosin` wrong (choosin` wrong)And movin` on (karma`s a double edged-sword)You know I, need to choose the correct path, change the aftermathBefore she sinks my songCause it may not be long (we ain`t promised tomorrow)I try to help out my fellow man sometimes get yellow-handsScared by darkness, searching for beauty like Cinderella`s manBut I`m no Prince Charming I form my share a folkHanging my own self, bad decisions prepare the ropeStrangled by pride, suffocated by liesShowin` my pearly whites to disguise my prizeMissin` my sister, asking the Lord why did she dieUsing her death to instill strength inside of vibesI don`t want old things I done to boomerangFeelin` low-low, for sho Deacon pursued by shameIt get rough, and ain`t enough to just think positiveCause when nobody`s helping me out then its hard to giveAnd go and robbin` shit, runnin` game on hoesAn un-tame negro, runnin` cain for doughActing insane, famous for bringing pain to foesKnowing that shit`ll come back and it`ll rain for shoBut I`m still out, rain-slickers in the houseFame stickers in my mouth, cain sniffers on the couchWalking the world and the crowds, shiftin` through trashNot knowin` I`m feelin` like it cause I`m livin too fastYou know I, come to the fork in the world so many timesBut I just keep choosin` wrongAnd movin` on (karma`s a double edged-sword)You know I, need to choose the correct path, change the aftermathBefore she sinks my songCause it may not be long (karma`s a double edged-sword)Karma`s a double edged-sword (repeated and scratched)