Our Soldiers - KRS-One, CX

Yo KRS it’s time to make a statement up in here

Let everybody know what’s really goin on in America

Behind closed doors of this Bush Administration

There’s a war goin on

Which side you on?

Which side you represent, huh?

Yeah!

YEAH~!

To all the families

That got somebody overseas

In that bullshit war

That’s what we tellin

Yeah what’chu know about real war when it’s happening?

Who you care for, who your heart, think about your friend

fightin with Iraq and them, rebel forces trackin him

Bombs in the front, underneath, and in back of them

While we chillin in that Escalade, they dodgin rocket propelled grenades

So what you ace of spades

What about the promises that were made?

No one in America feels any safer, in fact we feel betrayed

Over 200 families played

with an American flag and a letter that says your child got sprayed

in the sands of Iraq, forget the economy

Mr. President, when my kid comin back?

When my spouse comin back?

Four million people out of work

sayin right now when my house comin back?

Now we can see that to be all you can be

Man invadin Iraq and dodgin RPG’s!

Rest in peace to them soldiers on a two-year tour

Frontline of the political war

Troops flyin out to Iraq, sent home in a black bag

Global terrorism droppin bombs over Baghdad

What’s the cause, what’s the point, what’s the agenda?

WMD’s, Iraqi freedom, I don’t remember

Politics is one thing, lives are another

People seperated from they wives and they mothers

Fathers and brothers, leavin their families and others

Safe under the cover they’re position first gunner

Hard times, demand even harder rhymes

You can’t be stallin pimpin and ballin all the time!

I speak about MORE than crime

I rhyme to the spirit, to them people with «Spiritual Minds»

But I hope you get the lyric in time

You just went to get a degree, now you behind enemy lines

But yo, everything is gonna be fine

You’ll be home in no time and you’ll remember this rhyme

Most of them soldiers in Iraq my friends

I ain’t checkin for the war, but I’m checkin for them

You ain’t gotta feel, when you pop that steel

Return fire comin in and things gettin real

From Desert Shield, to Operation Iron Grip

Americans will not forget that

While I spit another hit, over them news clips, every day

Yo Bush, how you become President anyway?!

Buyin off judges, exposin Clinton’s lovers

Riggin elections, underminin all these others

It’s time to uncover, the real plot

We need to build our own nation, and call it hip-hop

Yeah!

Release the fear

The real hip-hop is over HERE!

(«Speak the truth to 'em» *3X*)