oh here goes another gift for this world this world that keeps filling my body with holes my scars they itch and i pick my scabs and i grow while they all try to cut my throat but god ain t gonna let me go to my grave without showing you what he has made theres a war outside theres a war outside and just know that if i die know that i fought all my life for this theres a war outside and if i should die tonight whether its wrong or its right ill be missed theres a war outside and when morning brings her light we ll be his theres a war outside bow your heads and close your eyes oh my brothers and sisters were trapped in this hole but were kept down here because its all about control but were trapped together so well stick tight and out of the cold and theyll reap just what theyve sewn god ain t gonna let us go to our graves without showing them what he has made seen my first body when i was a kid i thought sleeping in streets was just something they did then i grew older i never grew up i wouldnt let them take something i didnt get enough of i put a whole life sentence in these streets i didnt sleep a wink i had to kill to eat they tried to make it so i didnt see 25 and when i did i thanked god and then i retired theres a war outside i hear all these critics talk but i listen to none cause none of them have ever been where music comes from and none of them have ever stepped foot inside a slum and none of them have ever wrapped their hands around a gun and squeezed till its empty and it locks up and its done and feel the man on the other sides last breath leap out his lungs ive been doing this here since i was young so next time you speak about me just cut out your fucking tongue