CunninLynguists - War lyrics

War! War! There's a war goin' on outside
No man is safe from war is a continuation of
Politics by other means
The purpose of war is to
Insert a political agenda

Karma's a double-edged sword

What do I really want in
This stage of my life
I'd like a beautiful shorty
That'll praise me right
I'll praise her back though
I'm not a selfish bastard
Struggle with big shit
But got this elf shit mastered
Time's are strange, I claim to be the man
Like I know God and can
Understand his ingenious plan
But, I'm just a simple Joe, livin' low
Avoiding conflict cookin' food for stereos
So feed your CD-ROM this
True, I've struggled
Spent days in mud puddles
Shut up shit talkers and
Made wanna-be thugs huddle
The world ain't all money
Suckas and violence
Quit smoke from the fire-lips
Protect your iris shit's hard
Especially hit's to scar the soul
That's why niggas drink and stress
For cigars to roll
It's like the farther we go
We cover less distance
Life's a freak and it'll fuck you and
All that you wanted is this dance
Cause we really fragile but thinkin' we tough
Get bowed in the heat of the
Battle but then we get cut
Butts back on the scene of the
Saddle with our heads down
Wishin' a meal and God would
Multiply this bread now you know I
Come to the fork in the world so many times
But, I just keep choosin' wrong
(choosin' wrong)
And movin' on (karma's a double edged-sword)
You know I, need to choose the correct path
Change the aftermath
Before she sings my song
Cause it may not be long
(we ain't promised tomorrow)

I try to help out my fellow man
Sometimes get yellow hands
Scared by darkness
Searching for beauty like Cinderella's man
But, I'm no Prince Charming I
Form my share a folk hanging my own self
Bad decisions prepare the rope
Strangled by pride, suffocated by lies
Showin' my pearly whites to disguise my prize
Missin' my sister
Asking the Lord why did she die
Using her death to instill
Strength inside of vibes
I don't want old things I done to boomerang
Feelin' low-low
For sho Deacon pursued by shame
It get rough
And ain't enough to just think positive
Cause when nobody's helping me out
Then it's hard to give
And go and robbin' shit, runnin' game on hoes
An un tame negro, runnin' cain for dough
Acting insane
Famous for bringing pain to foes
Knowing that shit'll come back and
It'll rain for sho but, I'm still out
Rain-slickers in the house
Fame stickers in my mouth
Cain sniffers on the couch
Walking the world and the crowds
Shiftin' through trash
Not knowin' I'm feelin' like it
Cause I'm livin too fast you know I
Come to the fork in the world so many times
But, I just keep choosin' wrong
And movin' on (karma's a double edged-sword)
You know I, need to choose the correct path
Change the aftermath
Before she sings my song
Cause it may not be long
(karma's a double edged-sword)

Karma's a double edged-sword