Battle Cry - Struggle Jennings

(Is there no mercy

For the widow son)

I got the sword of S samurai

City been traumatized

Temple was vandalized

Soldiers were standing by

Kingdom was built on lies

People was victimized

Lyrics been simplified

And the fans have been hypnotized

Critics will criticism

The voice has been minimized

Truth has been hidden inside the lies of the enterprise

What does this symbolize

Rise of the Babylon

They dangling diamonds

And so they holding us in they palm

Pulling on strings

We keep dancing like puppets

When I start to get lost

I’m using Pac as my compass

Yeah I’m sick of my stomach

Watching the real music plummet

I’m still marching on the battlefield

The sounds of a trumpet

Rrraaaaaah!

This is my battle cry

Tell 'em is 'bout the time

To load up the cavalry

The ones who are the ride or die

They say that I’m out of mind

Feel like I’m out of time

The dreamers come out at night

The ones that are sacrificed

This is the story of

This is my battle cry

Messenger prophecized

The real will be ostracized

History is history

I believe he lied

Snipers in tree line

Bullets of b-line

Bottles have dipped in gold

So taste like cheap wine

The savage is all starving

Tonight it’s the night we dine

No dreams of b side

Tell a label we’ll be fine

My people keep streaming brackets

My money get streamlined

Don’t care 'bout platinum plaques

As long as I feed mine

My record you want them back

Truth is inside each line

Put in my street time

Made it out safe and sound

Tell 'em don’t make a sound

They think we take 'em out

Rrraaaaaah!

This is my battle cry

Tell 'em is 'bout the time

To load up the cavalry

The ones who are the ride or die

They say that I’m out of mind

Feel like I’m out of time

The dreamers come out at night

The ones that are sacrificed

This is my battle cry

Rise-rise of the widow son

This is my battle cry

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This is my battle cry

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