DRC aka Da Rebel Cause - Smiling in da Sun - 07)Warrior
Warrior rough torturer crush Babylon burn 'em just ashes in dust
Courier rush the fury of justice Metropolis views money a must....
I only hold gold cause I'll die without it while most buy shit to run around and brag about it I have my doubts kid about this world of ours and the way we live
hatred we give to ourselves to our people in our flesh we're different in our souls we're all equal my brothers are all colors your racism is a form of evil our
heart were not born so feeble but society's lethal the beast'll feast 'till he's full no sequel Armageddon we gotta stop it nuclear weapon America dropped it
Hiroshema so who the fuck are we to point the finger an island of babies born fucked up so what's up son bring ya pety explanations we hold the most nukes
out of all nations hypocriticly we use it as a reason to enter countries and cause devistation exploitation of our bredren ya fuckin' clueless if you can't see 9-11
wasn't about people dying trying to get into heaven to get a bunch of virgins I don't see it as the truth insurgents did it for the cash from true terrorists no matter
the version American capitolist had a part of this I can't believe you never thought of this.......
Warrior rough torturer crush Babylon burn 'em just ashes in dust
Courier rush the fury of justice Metropolis views money a must....
I only stand here to bring these messages find peace find love a mental exodus so who's got next with this fuck off bitch I'm the exorcist kill the devil can't settle
I fly even though I'm featherless I talk of peace true democracy I must be a terrorist fuck you American terror is deep within our country terror is our people on
the streets starvin' and hungry and none of the wealthy will help ya nice and comfy the lack of true unity stuns me in this machine the ones with the most guns run
streets entrapped in the system all our youth hold heat and if ya not down ya a coward with cold feet the bold speak and get locked down die or conform see
the government crowned themselves the kings of all American towns the whole world better bow or they'll hear the sounds of death machines steadily breakin'
up ground I can't believe any of this is right when homes in villages burn into the night when the thought of a good life is out of sight when the ghetto's a trap to
keep peeps away from heights that are parallel to rich and white this is right? no but it's the way our world is a planet full of people who can't figure out how to live
without greed this is what we feed to our kids take, take, take... it should be give, give, give....
Warrior rough torturer crush Babylon burn 'em just ashes in dust
Courier rush the fury of justice Metropolis views money a must....
ain't that funny?
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