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These words are written in blood, on red and white lines |
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Rhymes to the beat of a war drum that cries |
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Like mothers whose sons were sent to fight |
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And widows whose spouses souls are all that keep them warm at night |
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Underneath spacious skies where stars look more like bulletholes |
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And the haze of the clouds more like shrouds |
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I swear I smell gunsmoke, when |
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I inhale too deep |
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Cause cheap lies have caused the loss of priceless lives |
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Bush is duckin the truth while the few and the proud dodge landmines |
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Niggaz is doin time for gettin caught with a dimebut he will never be indicted for his crimes against this nation |
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Impatient with waiting it's time we fall in lineand |
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STOP, falling for the lies |
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The war ain't only in |
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IraqIt's time we fight back, for control of our minds |