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Now let's get it all in perspective Shift the objective, you've been misdirected What's the purpose of another song to step to If you stepping in the wrong direction Thug introspection Mindframe in the fast lane Through with cocaine Time's up, time to maintain Before a nigga gets drafted Cause you the number one pick, corn bread, cotton-crafted Them people's army shot another brown kid today And all you strapped little boys let 'em get away So what you packin' for You packin' for the war? They gonna ship you out and put you and your mans on tour Yeah, your Hummer came in handy Son, your Air Force 1s are sandy You'd better peep the plan, B Before you call yourself a soldier Get caught up on the wrong side and your little party's over Put your blunt down, no time to front now, Put your drink down, time to think now We on the brink now Where my peeps at, where the streets at? Same cats that stole you is using you to steal Iraq Letras de canciones[Gunshot] Yo, I say let 'em shoot My tongue is my gun aiming for the truth They got a silencer and aimin' straight at the youth And all their talk of terrorism's nothing but a spoof We was the first type of oil that they ever stole Nah, fuck the oil metaphor son, we was gold But let the truth be told, we was platinum Now they want a deal and asking us to back them War, don't start none, won't be none We fighting for freedom Yeah they say they is but son I don't believe them Cause when there's violence in the hood you never see them Unless they starting it They got their heart in it Now they got you thinking money is power You're counting dead pres by the hour And the one that's living, the Bible thumping Christian Like y'all niggaz trying to cross out the mission Listen, power is vision You're keeping it real in a neighbourhood that's government sealed Yo, let the truth be revealed Before your freedom has failed and the innocent killed [Gunshot] Yo, I say let 'em shoot My tongue is my gun aiming for the truth They got a silencer and aimin' straight at the youth And all their talk of terrorism's nothing but a spoof I'm hip to your games Hip to the science of war Propaganda make me fight but what am I fighting for? My way of life, means and rights, give or take less or more See through the eyes of the poor, plus I'm black to the core Ignorance is on tour, booking stadiums and more The days of Hitler painted pictures patriotic with gore You raise a flag on a land, snatch a bald eagle's claw And send a symbol on your currency to finance your war I'm saying no Not in my name, not in my life Not by my hands, that ain't my fight Not in my name You wage a war against terrorists and violence And try to wave your guns and fear us all into silence No. Not in my name, not in my life Not by my hands, that ain't my fight Not in my name You built your empire with natives and slaves Like the truth on resurrect waging war from it's grave From Letras Mania