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lirik lagu war is our peace (down with the machine) – byron henderson

[intro]
yeah
you knew it was only a matter of time
everything comes full circle
never let something intimidate you to the point where you don’t breathe while you’re alive
because deep down in your heart, you know that the day will come when you won’t be
that’s human nature

[verse 1]
i’m just here to let the president know
your residents with common sense are nothing more than pessimists
it’s evident if my intention’s better than yours
then your presence isn’t heaven sent
god’s got us
took a while for us to heat up like a croc pot, but you will not stop us
spit it all like i’m dwayne johnson on the mic dog, you will not out-rock us
though i don’t preach to y’all, i’m still profiting
i don’t have much to lose
i’m in better place, righting my wrongs
i mean i write my wrongs so much, that i’ll give a blood the blues
if i’m the black sheep, i’m the illest you’ve heard
f being the goat, i’m here to help people through verbs
even with a black cloud hovering like a halo
the message i convey though is the realest few words you’ll probably hear on a record
because rapping to me and rapping to you are two different things
i’m as hostile as can you can be, like i’m trafficking humans
when you win to the m-sses, but ask if you’re losing
cause me and rina were like draw strings
but still outcasts like, hey ya
so if you think cause she died that i’m halting
nah, i’m doing this for her so i’m afraid not
please, your religion ain’t as true as this
homie, it’s all in my genes to be honest
nah, you obviously must be new to this
rose, hand over that key, like you’re khaled
for rina wreak havoc
and that’s how you know it’s real
which is why they try keeping me lower tier
cause i’ll murder a beat like a lower tear
they won’t let me get out, cause they know i’ll peel

[hook]
i know that there’s a lot of people doubting me (that’s fine)
and i know a lot of folks are looking down on me tonight
but i hope that there’s an angel in the sky looking down on me too
watch over me as i make you proud with all the things that i do (hey)

and though i wish you were here, i’ll be ok
though i wish you were here, i’ll be ok
cause when those shots ring out and there’s no time for me
you’ll know that war’s our peace tonight

[verse 2]
i’m just here to let my residents know
i’m here for you, ain’t no president bout to shed tears for you
we k!ll us, you k!ll us, i fear for you
but i’ll never be your eyes and ears for you
from a city where not enough hope lives
when the guns come out, that’s more kids double dutching through the madness
smoking dope to cope with open caskets, eloping past this is mission impossible
lord knows, we’re all in need of help and it all shows
look beneath the wealth, if you don’t see the devil in between us
the fiends and where needles dwell
promethazine; if you lean him and bleed him
well, how can you begin with screaming these b.l.m.?
because we’re all broken
against all odds, i promised rina that we would break even
tell me, would you rather count money or count blessings?
let the cops k!ll us off without stressing
or go to war, like what is martial law to me?
oh pardon me, a part of me without question ought to be sorry that i could never do enough to convince you not to slap a clip in for your brother, sister, mother, father, son and daughter
and protect each other from the slaughter, but the switch is off
in the midst of all this animosity, glitz and glamour won’t save you from getting offed
even if you aren’t privy to your country’s history, you’re getting lost
that’s the world that we’re living in
count dead president heads all you want, but your bullets can’t k!ll my soul
and those dead presidents aren’t dead enough for us to be giving in

and though i wish you were here, i’ll be ok
though i wish you were here, i’ll be ok
cause when those shots ring out and there’s no time for me
you’ll know that war’s our peace tonight
tonight
tonight
tonight

[outro]
they’ve been lying to you, man… for the longest, they told us dr. king was -ss-ssinated when in fact, he survived the shot that was fired not by james earl ray, but by memphis police officer, frank strausser and made it to st. josephs where he was smothered by dr. breen bland. bland entered accompanied by men in suits, and ordered the doctors trying to save dr. king to stop and leave. he then removed the breathing tube and held a pillow over his head. that’s what they don’t want you to know, but f them…

- byron henderson

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