Roots (The) - Guns Are Drawn текст песни

Yeah it would be cool it could be too

Stop runnin' 'round in circles off a what we fuel

Livin' them lies eventually believin' it's true

A lot of people here for us one could be you

It's outrageous and they just ain't nothin' but save us

An ocean of brown fists in various flavors

A favor for a favor man, this is the majors

Tell me what you would do with no phones or pagers

No Kinko's, no Fed Ex and no ATM's

What you gon' do when the police state begins

Well it already began but I guess it depends on what's really going on

What's happenin', huh

Military target practicing

They gunna write another patriot act again

The days is short the nights is long

The fight goes on

The pistol and the pipes is drawn

Come on



In the middle of the night

We fight like

Barbarians in sight of the former might

You might think that it's a waste

Of our time

And I think you would be right

'Til he drop that rhyme



And some might say that it's a waste a time

'Cause ain't no amount of dancin' finna break the bondage

We go to war and transcend space an' time

When every record ain't a record just ta shake behinds

You know the stakes is high we in the face a drama

That's why we can't shake it or escape the problem

It's like a game of roulette the barrel revolvin'

They only wanna see us occupying a coffin

Mothers crying too often from they lost child leaving

From trying to get over, get under, get even

Get inside, getting it, getting dumped, getting greedy

We got to get it right

It's not about to be easy

You better pull you goggles up, it's about to get greasy

Believe it's on as long as we can still speak freely

The pages of my life would make it hard to read me

I know my people hearin' me, holler if y'all need me, word