作词 : FRY, MARTIN/WHITE, MARK
Blood soaked earth that you call homeclose your eyes but don't sleepwe comin' like peoples armyfor the people who can't eatwho work with no sleepfor the childwith no shoes on their feeta generation who flash heatwho role up on the banksfor their cash seeyou're the criminal?you got the nerve to ask metear mics till my voice get raspyfaced flame for five centuriesand if 
LA were Baghdad we'd be 
Iraqiwith our straps in the backseatnext to a general tied upwith shit in his khakisbest leave my mic alone 
I'm full grownand 
I'm off to the green zoneafter dark my city's a fuseafter dark my city's a fuseone day 
I say today we live as a lionblood soaked earth that you call home
I heard this cat got life in the pencrossing sand in the back of a truck bedtwelve deep heard sirens and lights redwas smacked on his dome with the club ofa white fedno food no water no rights readhe came north to keep his seedsand his wife fedin the middle of the darkest night bledstepped to the law and saidyou a minuteman wait a minute mantalk like that might limit your life spanafter dark my city's a fuseone day i say today we live as a lionand when our cubs growwe'll show you what war is good for