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Draft Day, take me to war if you catch me/
Cuz I'ma run away...

Now a few Arabs have called me nigger/
Took a couple planes, took out a couple buidlings/
But I don't have the feeling to retaliate no quicker/
Hate to see the sight of innocent women and children/
Chocolate or vanilla, murdered over bullshit/
Race and religion, executive decisions/
Smart bombs with no brains missing with precision/
It's hard to tell a soldier from a hitman/
The coke and coco from the same plant/
Grown with the same supervision/
Nigga listen.../
Miles away, violence lays dormant in search of its prey/
And orphans are born into war/
As day turns to night, night turns to day/
I leave one eye open, keep my hands near an arm/
As day turns to night, night turns to day/
If I'm alive, I'ma have to march on...on

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Good God, I think they let the beast loose in the wild, wild East/
Get a truce/
Don't wanna be deceased/
Not at least till I fix my teeth/
And leave bites and marks on the beast/
Upheaval, poor people fed up/
Of eating pork, death from a fork/
Leaders need to get up and free us/
I don't wanna find peace in a machine gun/
But my life ain't living like a re-run/
So what's happening is I ain't backing down/
When I'm rapping now, I ain't laughing/
I ain't a happy camper, I'm a tantrum thrower/
Burning holes in my blankets/
As night turns to day, day turns to night/
I'ma fight with the devil in my dreams/
As night turns to day, day turns to night/
I'ma fight with the devil till he scream...on

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Verse 3