Nick Brongers - Peace lyrics

[Intro: Ca**idy] Yeah! I go by the name of Ca**idy! I'm gonna sing a rap song about violence, cause that's what I see I mean everybody's violent And sometimes I'm even violent in my self Violence is at the all-time high But sometimes I get high and just imagine What if the Earth was at peace? [Hook: Ca**idy] Imagine if you never had to box no more Never had to use your gun and run from cops no more You can stop the violence, stop the war No more beef out in the street,I'm talking about peace Imagine that you would never had to fight no more Never had to use your knife and take a life no more And you could stop the violence, stop the war No more beef out in the street, I'm talking about peace [Verse 1: Ca**idy] Every day I try to imagine, but can't fathom A world with no looting, and no shoot, and no stabbing Cause people were evil, since Eve and Adam Make Abel and Cain, so it's not gonna be able to change I'll let you know and It'll never get better yo If you try and live in peace, you gotta go to heaven, yo You'll never know where you're going, you gotta die first On God's Earth, everybody sin, but some guys worse Then others, I think all brothers should try church You straight if you got faith, that's how God work You still comprehend the Lord if you buy work And buy guns cause we're still all God's sons [Hook: Ca**idy] [Verse 2: Ca**idy] Why is it war, why is it hatred We need it, that's the reason why Satan was created Moses was a murderer but he was God's favorite My gun goes straight off, but prayers still pay off Imagine if Adolf never discriminated And Martin Luther King was never a**a**inated Imagine if Malcolm X would have made it And Nelson Mandela was never incarcerated America was never segregated And crooks like George W. Bush, never graduated Some kids look at gangsta movies and their fascinated And try to do the same sh** or some lame sh** [Hook: Ca**idy] [Verse 3: Ca**idy] I'm from a hood where good n***as dying too much I'm from a block where they popping off the iron too much People crying too much, from the stress they see We got to make a change and we got to make it A.S.A.P No, I ain't graduated, take the S.A.T But I knew right from wrong when I was writing this song Even the strongest men have the right to be wrong And the weakest men might become strong, if he work it out [Hook: Ca**idy]