War

This war this feeling it cant be good
Running around in the hood
What happens now ratatat-tat the gun explodes
Making these people implode with fear and grief
Why must we meet
Bush is ordering
Making it known how stupid he is
He’s on his own
And bin laden somewhere out there in his cave
Making soldiers sell weapons in a horrible way
There’s one thing we can hear,
The music its near,
Is this the end?
Is death here?
No it can’t be I have to live
I promised my girl my sunshine
That I would be home on time,
Now it’s my time to shine
My time to go show these fuckers what we can do
Run, run, run duck behind here pop a few rounds off
Go and stay clear
“WHATCH OUT!” boom a mortar sounds
And at the same time a sniper zooms
Verifying his target
Lining his shot up.
With a quick press of his finger BAM
He’s dead one more down for peace
That’s what he would say
But the truth is, is that with one death you kill more than a soldier
You kill a father of 3 and husband too
A son in control
But now he’s dead
The kids don’t know
But they will soon
When he doesn’t come home
The kids will cry
His wife might die from the pain that can’t be cured
How long can this last
The past is past
Keep looking back and you might get slapped
Or kicked in the chest by grief and sorrow
See we all know what we do
We all pray
It’s kinda ironic that a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
The bombs they’re everywhere
They hide in cars, busses, and shops
In clothes and cops
Nothing good can come from this
Some people say
When the rich wage war it’s the poor who die