Hook
Fight for the peace, not in the war
You want that release, be in the dark no more?
Then fight for the peace, not in the war
And when we get out of this world then your spirits going to soar. x1
Verse 1:
Here's a little lesson that I learned from my dad
Trust Uncle Sam and you're gonna get had
He wants the people sleeping, but some people are tweaking
They know what they're talking bout, Sammy's always peeping
We're all in the cave, don't know how to get out
But I be the new Socrates, showing you the route
You're not prepared to face the world even if you was a boy scout
So go on and take my hand I'll tell you what I'm all about:
Hook x2
Verse 2:
I hate the lies, but I know that they're worse
Then being scared of getting merced just for writing a verse;
Lies about why my homeboy be stuck in Iraq
Lies about why New Yorkers came under attack
Everybody's thinking everything they heard is the truth
Whether their parents told them it was f**ing Fox News
That's just a corporation that is owned by the boys
Who meet in the Grove to play with their toys
Talking their noise, looking at maps
Trying to figure out the best place for our next attack
“No wait just piss them off so that they attack us!
Then we can rile up our citizens into a big fuss”
Yeah they done it before, they gon do it some more
That's the easiest way to get support for the war
The way they're playing these games, gets you signing up fast
Now they got an army drafted without using the draft! We gotta
Hook x2
Verse 3:
But now we tally up the k**s, blood the Taliban spills
Sam says ISIS is the baddie, sends our brothers to the hills
But they wouldn't have beef if it wasn't for us
Go into their homes, f**ing sh** up
Instead of dropping bombs we should smoke that ganj
I never seen a high dude shooting up the Haaj
So what's the solution? I ask every day
We're trying to live right, I been following the Way
Being flexible and patient, learn to deal with circumstance
‘Cause we all want to see change, but it doesn't happen fast
Got to come together, work, put in the elbow grease
And one day all of us are going to know peace, so FIGHT
Hook x2
Spoken: The lies, the lies, they rely on brown bodies
To die, to die, to keep lining their pockets
Minorities comprise the majority that fights
It's just puppets that are still being controlled by the whites