To have to die Give them things they like Let them make some noise Give dance hall bands not golden harps To these our boys Let them love Peter For
raise your voices now with me And let them know that we want 'em back home From wherever they may be Come on and sing their souls back home The wind
of this under a blanket name of "Christianity." Read Your Bible. Jesus never beat people or insulted them into believing in him. He spoke the truth And set an example by loving
his family's still asleep. gazing at the starlit horizon. and the moonsparking sea. when dawn comes he must leave them. his home, his children and loved
it later And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold But it blows us good so we've been told Music's food 'til the art-biz folds Let them all eat
land I must own Outta the city, they want us gone Tearin down the 'jects creatin plush homes My circumstance is between cabrini and love jones Surrounded by hate, yet I love
can leave them on bright It's the boys night out Kept it straight just as long as I had to Now I've got to let it ride There's a girl who needs love
Say they just drank and smoke, well is you mice or man We them folks takin' three when y'all was takin' one Still I don't go to war totin' the naked gun
Guided by man's funeral hand Golden souls riding on the wind From the path of nature sinned Cosmic army military Our weapons be only love, yeah Struck
makes me wanna cry, What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?, What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?, What's so funny 'bout peace, love
My friend finally made a record and took to the road and played guitar He met this girl from Pennsylvania stuck by his side in love and war Fearful and
we'll put to shame Them redskin varmints us Volunteers'll tame, 'cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim Davy, Davy Crockett, the champion of us all! Headed back to war
bitch nigga, get gone From the wind storm, I've been told the street folklore Body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for That provokes war
throes of madness stay In her grip on shredded sheets Once our fingertips had dug and clutched She whispered dreadful things to me She wanted war with
them further maniacs Elizabeth free reigned, now a countess Outwielded and outwore Her title like a favoured dress Whilst her errant Lord Whose seasons savoured war
enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon Of Draconian design A love that never dies Nefarious as her winds
John" Let them in, Peter They are very tired Give them couches where the angels sleep And light those fires Let them wake whole again To brand new
to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God]