Hi, my name is Donald and I'm so freakin' broke
I want to go to school but I remain bleak with hope
My parents had no money since I was an infant, see
So now I serve in the infantry..
Seemed the best way for a kid like me
Now I'm here struggling, so I can get money
All because my ancestors were slaves; that's funny
Doing jobs like this is packed with minorities
I thought we'z all equal after slavery
But lack of reparations still got us here broke
Competing with kid's who family lines had all hope
There's a reason why half my fam is sellin' dope
I don't really wanna go that route though
Now a war broke out for no reason
I either go or get death for treason
More likely go to jail for 10 seasons
At War! Not a video game with fun scores
At War! What mothers are losing their sons for
At War! They already got the world but want more
At War! We're all dying but we don't know what for
[x2]
Now I'm walkin' up a hill with a gun in my hand
Rebels shootin' off bullets and I'm runnin' from them
But the civilians are pissed cause we blew they homes up
We told the commander in chief and he said: "So What"
I thought we was the good guys; wait, hold up!
I hear rapid fire firing at the side of me
Explosions everywhere; what we need is a firemen
The Walky talky wont call up the unit that I am in
Cryin' men pray 'cause we playing 'em like a violin
Kids came with grenades; switch blades with AIDS
It's like pickin' fights with a kid in the 6th Grade
Myths made this; cause we corporate obsessed
To them killin' many people means success
Shot my boy in the stomach; now he's much less
Just like Bush; My man's now gutless
Now they're all dead; I'm the only one left
At War ! Not a video game with fun scores
At War ! What mothers are losing their sons for
At War ! They already got the world but want more
At War ! We're all dying but we don't know what for..
[x2]
I fainted on the sand; canteen in hand
Feeling all sad cause we mean and mad
Peeling all my scabs but at least I have
My limbs intact and I'm breathing man...
Wish I could get high like Peter Pan
I wake up in a room hearin' voices around
I'm annoyed by the sound and I find no one
I tried so long but it's choppy I assume
They got me in a room with a blindfold on
People around me; now they're talkin' in Arabic
Think these are the rebels that go stalking Americans
I'm realizing this is how we kill the ghetto view
Minutes winding down; wish I can get a few
I'm the victim they want to put the metal through
I can't hate much; I'd prolly be a rebel too
Mad hard out about what these devils do..
At War! Not a video game with fun scores
At War! What mothers are losing their sons for
At War! They already got the world but want more
At War! We're all dying but we don't know what for…
[x2]
I want to go to school but I remain bleak with hope
My parents had no money since I was an infant, see
So now I serve in the infantry..
Seemed the best way for a kid like me
Now I'm here struggling, so I can get money
All because my ancestors were slaves; that's funny
Doing jobs like this is packed with minorities
I thought we'z all equal after slavery
But lack of reparations still got us here broke
Competing with kid's who family lines had all hope
There's a reason why half my fam is sellin' dope
I don't really wanna go that route though
Now a war broke out for no reason
I either go or get death for treason
More likely go to jail for 10 seasons
At War! Not a video game with fun scores
At War! What mothers are losing their sons for
At War! They already got the world but want more
At War! We're all dying but we don't know what for
[x2]
Now I'm walkin' up a hill with a gun in my hand
Rebels shootin' off bullets and I'm runnin' from them
But the civilians are pissed cause we blew they homes up
We told the commander in chief and he said: "So What"
I thought we was the good guys; wait, hold up!
I hear rapid fire firing at the side of me
Explosions everywhere; what we need is a firemen
The Walky talky wont call up the unit that I am in
Cryin' men pray 'cause we playing 'em like a violin
Kids came with grenades; switch blades with AIDS
It's like pickin' fights with a kid in the 6th Grade
Myths made this; cause we corporate obsessed
To them killin' many people means success
Shot my boy in the stomach; now he's much less
Just like Bush; My man's now gutless
Now they're all dead; I'm the only one left
At War ! Not a video game with fun scores
At War ! What mothers are losing their sons for
At War ! They already got the world but want more
At War ! We're all dying but we don't know what for..
[x2]
I fainted on the sand; canteen in hand
Feeling all sad cause we mean and mad
Peeling all my scabs but at least I have
My limbs intact and I'm breathing man...
Wish I could get high like Peter Pan
I wake up in a room hearin' voices around
I'm annoyed by the sound and I find no one
I tried so long but it's choppy I assume
They got me in a room with a blindfold on
People around me; now they're talkin' in Arabic
Think these are the rebels that go stalking Americans
I'm realizing this is how we kill the ghetto view
Minutes winding down; wish I can get a few
I'm the victim they want to put the metal through
I can't hate much; I'd prolly be a rebel too
Mad hard out about what these devils do..
At War! Not a video game with fun scores
At War! What mothers are losing their sons for
At War! They already got the world but want more
At War! We're all dying but we don't know what for…
[x2]
Contributed by giorgio - 2012/5/5 - 09:36
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