War Outside - King 810

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

There’s a war outside

There’s a war outside and just know that if I die

Know that I fought all my life for this

There’s a war outside and if I should die tonight

Whether it’s wrong or its right I’ll be missed

There’s a war outside

And when morning brings her light we’ll be his

There’s a war outside

Bow your heads and close your eyes

Oh my brothers and sisters we’re trapped in this hole

But we’re kept down here because it’s all about control

But we’re trapped together so well stick tight and out of the cold

And they’ll reap just what they’ve 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 wouldn’t let them take something I didn’t get enough of

I put a whole life sentence in these streets

I didn’t sleep a wink I had to kill to eat

They tried to make it so I didn’t see 25

And when I did I thanked god and then I retired

There’s 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 it’s done

And feel the man on the other sides last breath leap out his lungs

I’ve been doing this here since I was young

So next time you speak about me just cut out your fucking

Tongue