STOP THE WAR...in the streets and in the Middle East
A storyteller who takes his listeners down memory lane or to far away lands not shown on CNN. Stop the war.
My name is Destaany...and i'm the owner of Ill Eagle Inc.
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Lyrics
Verse 1:
Through the windows of my soul I behold
Men fighting for control of the globe and the drama that unfolds
The rising death tolls, living in constant fear of the sorrow that tomorrow may hold
Can words describe my feelings, seeing planes crash into buildings
Killing civilians, innocent men, women, and children
Skyscrapers turned to mass graves, evidence that we’re living in the last days
World powers at odds, leaders trying to explain the cause
Fighting a war on terrorism, against insane odds
It’s odd when both sides pray to the same God
While I’m asking for peace, they’re saying Jihad
And through all the events, all I can do is hope for the best
Even though I can only guess, what’s going to happen next
Wishing for less destruction, and more rebuilding
Praying that we can stop the killing
And start the healing
Chorus:
(2pac): Can't a brotha get a little peace
Theres war on the streets and a war in the middle east (4x)
Verse 2:
The broken project windows show corners where drugs are sold
Killers whose blood is cold, you’ll never find a thug that’s old
Cats caught by the devil’s lasso, some saved by parole
Streets covered with potholes instead of being paved in gold
Waking up to sirens, going to bed to glock shots
Sidewalks covered with chalk, but not for hopscotch
Hot blocks home to criminals always on the prowl
Playgrounds with broken glass where the play is foul
It feels like a battlefield, growing up on tough blocks
Ducking shots from mislead youth or corrupt cops
Neighborhood watches fighting against criminal acts
But most of the crime seems to be black on black
While the US government fights a war on drugs
The police department fights a war on thugs
Brothas fighting for their lives on trial in court
While other brothas fight for theirs on life support
Verse 3:
Picture being poor, with nothing to live for
In the third world, facing a third world war
With every passing day heading towards Armageddon
Since the events of 9-11 left a long line in heaven
Refugees without a past, trying to get out fast
They dropping bombs over Baghdad but this ain’t Outkast
Saying Hussein is insane cuz of his past corruption
They claim he got weapons of mass destruction
Invaded by the same people that ignited the hate
The United States left the Middle East a divided place
A land full of drama and suicide bombers
Osamas and militants yelling Allah
Quick to sign a treaty but breaking it twice as fast
While the casualties rise quicker than the price of gas
