War CunninLynguists

War! War!
There's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from (repeated & scratched)
(War is a continuation of politics by other means, the purpose of war is to
Insert a political agenda...)

Karma's a double-edged sword (repeated & scratched)

{Deacon tha Villan}
What do I really want in this stage of my life
I'd like a beautiful shorty that'll praise me right
I'll praise her back though, I'm not a selfish bastard
Struggle with big shit, but got this elf shit mastered
Time's are strange, I claim to be the man
Like I know God and can understand his ingenious plan
But I'm just a simple Joe, livin' low, avoiding conflict
Cookin' food for stereos, so feed your CD-ROM this
True, I've struggled, spent days in mud puddles
Shut up shit-talkers and made wanna-be thugs huddle
The world ain't all money, suckas and violence
Quit smoke from the fire-lips, protect your iris
Shit's hard, especially hits to scar the soul
That's why niggas drink and stress for cigars to roll
It's like the farther we go, we cover less distance
Life's a freak and it'll fuck you and all that you wanted is this dance
Cause we really fragile but thinkin' we tough
Get bowed in the heat of the battle but then we get cut
Butts back on the scene of the saddle with our heads down
Wishin' a meal and God would multiply this bread now