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10-22-2009, 02:19 PM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
Rep Power: 25   |
Can't have my mind
v1
self contained contaminated animated scrolls none can withhold or withstand full metal jacket ambushes on uncle SAM spam his programs niggas dying from charges like old rams forever like the Wu clan we ruled for centuries until forced off land mothers died with babies in hand they died with our plans temples raided survivors fought to the death none evacuated tombs opened treasures stolen people enslaved with no clothing ship sailing in shackles back to back bowels rolling we were never free the past cotton picking misery sister was gang raped and brutally hung from a tree master welcomed me with a whip, and castration But i fought with all my strength know hells his destination On the run for days stinking for hunger deer, and fowl Over my head the Grey clouds as I'm hunted down by white owls Uncle tom's gave information to where I'm hiding awoke to the sounds of dogs barking and men shouting Scouts scouting behind trees rifles pointed at me Ran out into a hail of gunfire instead of living this life of misery chorus Let's go back to the past doesn't matter if you're white or black But if your not down with the devil soon you'll be under attack that's why I'm strapped and won't hesitate to clap when it's time They can have my body but they'll never control my mind.. v2 Coming up was crazy hip-hop made me self conscious and aware Even then in the hood before crack it was warfare Dope addicted veterans shooting up in wheel chairs all i could do is stare with a frightful glare they fought for the government all they get is a stipend, and welfare Cops call them bums he was once a decorated solder know he's shell shocked in the slums sleeps with his guns pees on himself but boasts proudly where he comes from at night he cries having the same visions of murdered enemies, and allies His wife couldn't take the strife so she took the kids out of his life he thinks of suicide day after day he gets drunk, and high unable to hide feelings of despair he has no more pride all the love is gone here sits a man torn didn't even see his own babies born we see him mourn sitting on his porch singing 'what's going on' drinking night train shooting heroine, and cocaine but even the drugs cannot render the pain he overdosed on purpose found him with a needle stuck in his vein
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10-22-2009, 04:39 PM
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Winter is Coming
Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: The North
Posts: 11,998
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damn yo, shit is militant war vet stories
peace to JTS, stay up son |
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01-05-2011, 10:27 AM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
Rep Power: 25 |
Damn i'm just reading the comments on this 2 yrs. later wtf!!
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My evidence, my own testament, written on wood Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods Hell razah |
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