Verse 1
There's a war going on, a war outsides/
Take ya goocie shades off, nigga open ya eyes/
they use lies to get ya to move pies/
so you gotta man-up- muthafucka choose side/
Got ya mamma strung out, gotta ya daddy in jail/
flood ya neighbor hood with Guns and give your dope to sale/
Crooked preacher on the block saying God won't fail/
How you believe in heaven when you living in hell/
Ain't hard t
o tell it's a fight for your life
they trying to get you in the system and then give ya 3 strikes/
lock you up for life with no chance for parole/
with situations like this there's no chance for ya soul/
convicted felon/ convicted of selling drugs to survive/
while BET and Mtv Free to sell genocide/
George Bush, George Bush he's out to bury us/
George Bush, George Bush your neighborhood terrorist

Verse 2
There's a war going on, a war outside/
take ya louie glasses off, nigga open ya eyes/
see the devils in disguise who tries to get ya vote/
They'll give you welfare but still leave you no hope/
But this can start a war or stop a riot/
It can quench you thirst or add fuel to the fire/
it can deflate ya ego like a nail in a tire/
It’s that rock in the sling shot that killed Golaith/
It’s the sound of revolution/ like Heuy P. Newton/
And Bobby Seale/ sitting down the build/
Figure times is real so ain’t no time to chill/
And even the good book says it’s a time to kill/
Now I don’t want to climb that hill/ but If I have to I will/
Cause when my tanks on E and I can’t find meal/
While Haliburton go to Iraq and sign a deal/
That’s a bad mix like liqour behind the wheel/

Verse 3
There's a war going on, a war outside/
take your versace shades off and open ya eyes/
My people stand up we in a fight for lives/
a soldier dies once a coward dies a thousand times/
let's straigize and figure out how to play this/
Like MlK or Larry Davis/
we can march in streets or get them guns a blazing/
See the method is determined by the situation/
Cause they use us a pawns in the political games/
acting tough on crime try to put us in chains
or come through the hood shooting not taking no names
That's why there's no joy here so we brandish the pain/
So you gotta watch ya step cause streets is foul/
In concrete jungles we hear the call of the wild/
over crack viles bothers put each other in graves
but black on black crime is the hate that hate made/