They say Lebanon’s vietnam,
Iraq’s vietnam, Palestine’s Vietnam,
they wanna see us gone,
So far from home but I can feel the bombs
close to heart like the death of a being dawned.
War made us feel like being free is wrong
trying to be man with a child’s fear in song,
Lullabies when a brother dies,
No merit when a sister perish up
America
Drilling with loud toys mr.cowboy
Bullet riddle the middle east, belittled peace,
Giving in to the inner cheat, over dinner feasts
Like a winner you proud, oil endowed joy!
The same ressource you drain,
Came from remains of deceased corpses mamed
All in plain view like Daniel Day Lewis- I knew it
You giving off that kill me buzz… There Will Be Blood
They say New York’s Vietnam, Cali’s Vietnam
I even believe that Katrina’s like vietnam,
If your family was raped taped and beaten on
I bet you wouldn’t or couldn’t live and be as strong.
Weak minds don’t pray at all,
They want to stay in battle and play the cattle,
Debate about them
I wanna change the channel, but my honor claimed to babyl,
Exonerate all the beings wrong, but what is Vietnam?
The concept of a long mess,
And claiming that a congress is aware to fact of conflict
Over baren land,
About as free of blame as a bomb is to orphans,
Bodies with wings or fins, sharks get the jaw singed,
End all sin,
You wanna pull the mic jack
Blood on the dancefloor, hymn,
You got more love for man’s dog?
Damn dawg….
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