War - Peace lyrics

Artist  : Nappy Roots 
Song : War - Peace



 Send "War - Peace" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [R. Prophet]

Welcome



[Chorus 4x - Nappy Roots]

War/Peace, c'mon Nappy

Love/Lust, now say it, Roots



[R. Prophet]

I got a telegram from a pelican

Said in the clouds last night she got higher then
she's ever been

Seen shuttles and huddles, hard rocks and war
bombs

In real life our words in distorted sound

Coke and Hen' mix, guitar Jimi Hendrix

Smokes and blunts but this is my experience

The world's corrupt, how can I defend it?

Need more love, that's why I have to send it



[B. Stille]

Know what it is when you really tryin to be
somethin

But in your minds you really can't find
nothin

But am I wrong if a preacher can't reach me?

Or am I dumb cause a teacher can't teach me?

I'm too black for this world here to bleach
me

I'm too much hell for this heaven here to keep
me

But you can beat me, slander me, cancel me

But see I'm real so you still gotta answer
me



[Chorus]



[Skinny Deville]

The thought of all destruction, man ain't nothin
gonna last

I feel the pain and sufferin, the system done
collapsed

Wood is burnin, big construction's burnin, holdin
on a pass

Shattered glass the aftermath, tragic death is on
the trail

Empty shells, the ghetto's extinct, there's
heaven and there's hell

Burnin souls, the opposite of peace for 7 million
years

Started livin well, self-esteem, been lovin with
myself

It's time for revolution, get yo' gauge and
bullets off the shelf

Because it's war



[Ron Clutch]

Because the end is almost here but I done been
here before

So I haven't any fear for I trust in the
Lord

When I die nobody cry, nobody shed not a
tear

In the middle of the floor pour out your liquor
and your beer

I'm still witcha, you can hear me loud and
clearly

When I'm howlin at the moon (whoooooo)

Mama heard me freestylin in the womb

Heard me battlin the beat of her heart when it
boom

I'm born again, I'm free!  I'm Nappy to my
Roots!



[Chorus]



[Big V]

Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah!

Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah!

Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah!

Do it, do it, do it, do it!



[B. Stille]

Rich man purchased a poor one

This land versus a fore run

Either you with us or for 'em

Pistols and missiles got 'em just to wage war
on

It ain't safe even in Oregon

Each mourn, then there's more gone

Bloodshed filthy as the money it pours on

The guilty hand washes the sore one

King James boxin a Qu'ran

The officials are morons, can't trust no one



[Big V]

But if the whinos don't know it, the streets
won't repeat it

If it ain't adverse, then the reverend won't
preach it

Represent the slums, the misfits and
have-nots

Buddy we had not, born in a bad spot



[Chorus]