Carlos Coleman - War lyrics

[Produced by Anomaly & Da Internz] [Intro] It's a war going on It's a war going on Yeah, it's a war going on [Post-Hook] God told me this movie will write itself Spread love, be wise and let foolery fight itself [Hook] Cause it's a war going on outside on the corner It's a war on your TV screen every morning Not the war with the bombs and the helicopters swarming But the war for your soul, that's what everyone's ignoring It's a war going on Yeah, it's a war going on (I was just talking to the homie the other day man) [Verse 1: King Los] He said I'mma pump this f**in' caine, pump this f**in' caine Hug this block, tuck this f**in' Glock, all you s**as lame This my spot, this my f**in' spot, you know what I rep I go Deebo make my way up from a kilo on that step Thug to d**h, yeah I mean the d**h, let that pistol talk You say truce, me speaking no english, b**h go get some heart f** the law, n***a f** the law, they can see me too f** a school, and the teacher too, they no teach the truth What's a pops, never had a pop, let that ratchet pop I'm too real, gave a fiend a pill for a Magnavox Man f** we got, f** we really got, but this gutter sh** All my n***as hug the strip and all my b**hes love to strip So s** a dick, I got kids, and a baby mama too Yeah she work my f**ing nerves like a baby mama do I be stressed, I be hella stressed, smoke a bunch of weed High for real, pop the pill and drop the Xanny in my lean I can scream, cause you just smile like everything is fine Hope is fun, when I grab my gun, come take your life or mine Suicide, yeah it's suicide, life is suicide f** your right or wrong, the sh** that I been on is do or die If I do I die, if I don't I die that's suicide Got the devil with a gun against my brain like choose a side Cause it's a war going on... [Hook] Cause it's a war going on outside on the corner It's a war on your TV screen every morning Not the war with the bombs and the helicopters swarming But the war for your soul, that's what everyone's ignoring It's a war going on Yeah, it's a war going on [Post-Hook] God told me this movie will write itself Spread love, be wise and let foolery fight itself (Cause it's a... it's a... it's a war going on) [Verse 2: King Los] I love the hood with my whole heart It whole heartedly been a part of me in my own thought process So I digest through my own art That I'm blessed though I digress due to slow starts But who else could bring the hood out And tell 'em when they let God in, it brings the good out Learn a lesson and listen My current composition concerns your present condition And turn direction envision of givin' blessings and wishin' you well Well wishing and tales fishing Siftin' through hell's kitchen to find good Have a God-like mind as the divine should Define good within yourself I think the time's good And may these lines live forever like a line should It's a war going on and your soul fighting So frightening within you I see thunder and both lightening Boat striking, snow ice and hail Your whole life unfold like, cold nights in Hell In a mode like, you're feeling low like, like you don't like yourself You got no sight, no insight No foresight, that's the sh** that your foes like Run up on a n***a get 'em froze like Put the 4-4 to his foes like n***as 'bout to take a pic, trying to get the pose right Red dot, headshot, hit 'em close like Like, like all theses n***as I've got to shoot one f** one pistol I'm co*king two guns f** shoe money, I'm coppin' coupes son No y'all n***as not 'bout to do none Guns, that's a way of life, get money not God You got guns, we got bigger guns, go get one and I ride If I die, they say I went hard, I go super hard b**h you with this sh**s or not? We gon' get this loot or starve? f** you doing? Writin' in a pad, f** you making songs What you rappin', boy you know what's happ'nin', that sh** take too long f** you mean? Get this f**ing cream, get this f**ing cream Hug this block, tote this f**ing Glock, can't let these s**ers scheme sh** too real, sh** too f**ing real, I'm too real to dream So when it's -- [gunshots] --this cold world won't feel a thing [Outro: Marhsa Ambrosius] Lonely days are gone All them nights to come Waited to be yours So let's make love not war So let the choir sing and let 'em know So let the choir sing and let 'em know So let the choir sing and let 'em know Whoa...