War Lyrics

There’s a war going on outside you aint safe from,
Wish I could save you with a snare and a bass drum,
Wish you could see in the place where your mind connect with your soul,
Your answers written in bold,
And yet children killing grown men,
Women getting blown up,
And we still try to say that they lucky that we showed up, From the donut that the pigs eat,
To Barrack getting his feet,
Wet in the mix of it, let um convince the kids they fixing shit,
When the gist of it aint really what you see,
Until the truth reins down we chant,
Freedom aint free

© 2012 Crawdad/Crawford

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