This joint is about that war in Iraq. Don't get a nigga wrong, i'm glad we bombed them bitch asses, but certain shit about it is wrong... peep this.

Now who's really down for murder and war//
Burners and swords, many lives turnin' up lost//
Many nights of flying bullets, fleeing soldiers//
Kids get hit, mothers too, we live this shit//
Getting older, the men who ride the frontline//
Die first... promised to rise when sun shines//
Fine dirt awaits the arrival of my hearse//
Diverse creations erased from the Bible, cursing Satan//
They replace 'em with nonsense, saying bomb threats...//
Aren't to spite the beast, but for foreign conquest//
Despite belief of timeless war, fuckin' police//
Train harder, simple minded cats catch brain trauma//
And that's that government plan that had us niggas...//
Running from vans with bagged crack stuck in they pants//
Designed to be scared of Arabs, fear they bad rap//
We built half the nation, now we want half back//
Peep the bigger picture nigga, fuck satan's reperation//
Study knowledge of self, fight the people's deprevation//
Of knowledge that's held in jail cells where bail ain't about a check//
These cats think they're holdin' all us niggas back//