Ha**aan Mackey and Kev Brown - War lyrics

[Intro:] Yea its like, lets go, yea [Verse 1:] Im from a place where they pin pot the profit Pimp the prophecies Conscience target the bulk of his wallet Then hit him where their vision is f**ed up We living from the outsides of life to the insides of prisons Where the world are thinner than outsides of papers and pen We're all of em amongst haters and pretend And black women trade nature with n***as with big paper To get in where they fit in [?] with the sit ins See everybody wanna be the centre of attention First being the puppet who arrive like f** it One of these days i ain't gotta play the bucket If i just keep at it I'ma soon get a drum kit Then bang the substance your ears adjust to If you ain't let the waves of the world corrupt you Ill be there somewhere amongst your ear's existence Tryna keep my soul from tasting hell's persistence [Chorus:] War bitter more n***as is at it And they really gotta have it They heard about static Like we ain't been slaves before or seen war So tragic when young guns are accustomed to automatics And make you the main target for target practice And young girls go at it with these fatherless ba*tards War bitter more n***as is at it And they really gotta have it They heard about static [Verse 2:] You k**ing yourself if you know where the cops live At least that's the folklore expressed by them black kids That shuffle back and forth like them rock heads Prostitutes, pushers and pot heads Wine nose collecting them pop cans Stick up kids in that hot van Afraid to jump out where hot shells get dumped on that rock family Saying he got the block on smash But he dont know they bout to knock on a**es Like knock on wood, retaliation like knock on wood And then it's back to the block all good In the hood where the hustlers dwell And every corner is called hustling hell Fiends dreams in a duffle then sell Thats how it is n***a you can't tell? Where you been at? vacationing somewhere And drama don't come near Yea i bet everywhere in the world is a project And them young guns waving at objects, screaming [Chorus]